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OF 

DAVID, 

.^    Imitated  in  the  Language  of  the 

I  NEW    TESTAMENT, 

w  And  applied  to  the 

#  Chrlflian  State  and  Worfhip. 

I   By   L  W  A  T  T  S,  D.  D. 

% ^ ^ 

2?  Luke  xxiv.   44.. — All  Things  mz(Jl  be  fidJiUed  >J 

^  njohich  tvere  ^written  in — the  Plaims  concern-  ^ 

^  ing  me. 

^  Heb.  xi.  32. — David,  Sarrmel, 


and  the  Pro- 


^    phets.  Ver,  4.0. — Th-at  they  ^without  us  fhould 
^     rot  he  made  perft 


y  BOSTON: 

I  Printed  by  PETER  EDES,  for  J.Boyle, 

'^     Marlborough- Street  ;  B.  Larkin,  Cornhillj 
I     sad  J.  White,  Court-Street. 

MDCCLXXXVII. 


^^^''^^^^^fef^^'^^^^^^^^ii^^^r^^S 


THE       Cy^t-t^^^^l^ 

PSALMS  of  DAVID, 

Imitated  in  the  Language  of  the 

NE.W    TESTAMENT. 


PSALM    I.       Common  Metre. 
^he  ivay  and  end  of  the  righ'teous  and  the  <fjiched\ 

1  TJ  LEST  is  the  man  who  fhiins  the  place 
jf5    Where  finners  love  to  meet  ; 

Who  fears  to  tread  their  wicked  ways. 
And  hates  the  fcoffer's  feat  : 

2  Who  in  the  llatutes  of  the  Lord 
Has  plac'd  his  chief  delight  ; 

By  day  he  reads  or  hears  the  word. 
And  meditates  by  night. 

[3  He,  like  a  plant  of  gen'rous  kind 

By  living  waters  fet. 
Safe  from  the  ftorms  and  Mailing  windj 

Enjoys  a  peaceful  Hate.] 

4  Green  as  the  leaf,  and  ever  fair 
Shall  his  profeffion  fhine  ; 

While  fruits  of  holinefs  appear 
Like  clufters  on  the  vine. 

5  Not  fo  the  imp'ous  and  unjuf! ; 
What  vain  defigns  they  form  ! 

Their  hopes  are  blown  away  like  duft. 
Or  chaiF  before  the  Horm. 

6  Sinntrs 


4     '         PSALM     I. 

6  Sinners  In  judgment  Ihall  not. it«:«d-. 
Amongit  the  Tons  of  grace. 

When  Chrifr  the  Judge  at. his  right  hanc^. 
Appoints  his  Taints  a  place. 

7  His  eye  beholds  the  path  they  trea<i, 
Flis  heart  approves  it  well  ; 

"But  crooked  v\<ays  of  finr.ers  lead 
Dovvn  to  the  gates  cf  lielL 

P  S  A  L  M    I.       Short  Metre. 
The  faint,  ^^ppjy  the  finncr  miJsrabU^  - 
J  /  I  V  H  E  rnan  is  ever  blsft 

Jt      Who  fnuns  the  nuners' ways. 
Among  their  counfels  never  ftands. 
Nor  takes  the  fcorner's  place. 

2  Who  makes  the  law  of  God 

His  ftudy  and  delight-, 
Amidft  the  labors  of  the  day, 
•  And  watches  of  the  night. 

3  He  like  a  tree  fhall  thrive. 
With  waters  near  the  root  : 

Frefh  as  the  leaf  his  name  ftiall  live  3- 
His  works  are  heav'niy  fruit. 

4  But  the  ungodly  race 
Shall  no  fuch  bleffings  find  : 

Their  hopes  fhall  flee  like  empty  chaff 
Before  the  driving  wind. 

5  How  will  they  bear  to  Hand 
Before  that  Judgment-feat, 

Where  all  the  faints  at  Ghrift's  right  hand,. 
In  full  afferably  meet  ? 

6  He  knows  and  he  approves 
The  way  the  right'ous  go  ; 

But  finners  and  their  works  ihall  meet 
A  dreadful  overthrow^ 

PSALM 


PSA  L  M    I.  IL  s 

PSALM    I.       Long  Metre. 

5^W  difference  betiveen  ths  righteous  and  the  nvtcked^ 

V-  T  T  A  P  P  Y  the  man,  whofe  cautious  feet 
XT.  Shun  the  broad  way  which  linners  go. 
Who  hates  the  place  where  ath'ifts  meet. 
And  fears  to  talk  as  fcoifers  do. 

2-  He  loves  to  pafs  his  morning  light 
Amongft  the  ftatutes  of  the  Lord  ; 
And  fpends  the  wakeful  hours  of  night' 
With  pleafure,  pond'ring  o'er  the  word» 

y  He,  like  a  plant  by  gentle  ftrearas. 
Shall  fiourifh  in  immortal  green  ; 
And  heav'n  will  ihine  with  kindeil  beams 
On  ev'ry  work  his  hands  begin. 

4,  But  finners  find  their  counfels  crofl  j 
As  chaff  before  the  tempeft  flies  ; 
So  fnall  their  hopes  be  blown  and  loft. 
When  the  laft  trumpet  Ihakes  the  Ikies,. 

5  In  vain  the  rebels  feek  to  ftand 
In  judgment,  with  the  pious  race  ; 

The  dreadful  Judge  with  frern  command' 
Divides  them  to  a  different  place. 

6  **  Straight  is  the  way  my  faints  have  trod,  • 
*'  I  blefs'd  the  path  and  drew  it  plain  ; 

**  But  yoa  would  choofe  the  crooked  road, 
^^  And  down  it  leads  to  endlefs  pain." 

PSALM     IL'     Short  Metre. 

Tranflated  according  to  the  divine  pattern. 

ASis  iv.  24.  ifjc, 
Chrift's  dying yrtjingi  interceding  and  reigning ^ 

[1   T^yT  A  K  E  R  and  fov- reign  Lord 

xVX     Of  heav'n,  and  earth  and  feas. 
Thy  providence  confirms  thy  word, 
And  snfwers  thy  decrees, 

A  2      '  z  The 


6  PSALM    IL 

2  The  things  fo  long-  foretold ' 
By  Davi^  are  fulfill'd. 

When  Jeivs  and  Gentiles  join  to  (lay 
Jefos,  thine  only  child.] 

3  Why  did  the  Gentiles  rage. 
And  Je^josy  with  one  accord. 

Bend  all  their  counfels  to  deftroy 
Th'  anointed  of  the  Lord  ? 

4  Rulers  and  kings  agree 
To  form  a  vain  defign  ; 

Againft  the  Lord  their  pow'rs  unJte> 
Againll  his- Chrift  they  join. 

5  The  Lord  derides  their  rage. 
And  will  fupport  his  throne. 

The  Lord  who  raised  him  from  the  dead 
Hath. ownM  him  for  his  Son. 
Pa  u   s   e. 

6  Now  he's  afcended  high. 
And  alks  to  rule  the  earth  ; 

The  merit  of  his  blood  he  pleads^ 
And  pleads  his  heav'nly  birth. 

7  He  afks,  and  God  bellows 
A  large  inheritance  ; 

Far  as  the  world's  remotefl  ends. 
His  kingdom  Ihall  advance. 

8  The  nations  who  rebel 
Muft  feel  his  iron  rod  ; 

He'll  vindicate  thofe  honors  well> 

Which  he  receiv'd  from  God. 
{9  Be  wife,  ye  rulers,  now, 

Aad  worfliip  at  his  throne  ; 
With  trembling  joy,  ye  people,  bow 

To  God's  exalted  Son. 

\o  If  once  his  wrath  arife. 
Ye  periih  on  the  place  ;  ^^^ 


P  S  A  L  M     IL  7 

Then  blefled  is  the  foul  who-flies 
For  refuge,  to  his  grace.] 

PS  A  L  M    11.       Common  Metre> 

I-  TT/H  Y  did  the  nations  join  to  ilay 

VV    The  Lord's  anointed  Son  ? 
Why  did  they  call  his  laws  away, . 
And  tread  his  gofpel  down  ? 

2  The  Lord  who  fits  above  the  fkiea 
Derides  their  rage  below. 

He  fpeaks  with  veng'ance  in  his  eyes 
And  ilrikes  their  fpirits  through, 

3  "  I  call  him  my  eternal  Son, 

*'  And  raife  hira  from  the  dead  ; 
**  I  make  my  holy  hill  his  throne, 
**  And  wide  his  kingdom  fpread. 

4  "  Afk  me,  my  Son,  and  then  enjoy 
'^  The  utmoft  Heathen  lands  : 

**  Thy  rod  of  iron  Ihall  deftroy 
"  The  rebel  whcx  withftands." 

5  Be  wife,  -  ye  rulers  of  the  earth>. 
Obey  th'  anointed  Lord, 

Adore  the  King  of  hea-v'nly  birth,- 
And  tremble  at  his  word. 

6  With  humble  love  addrefs  <bis  throne  : 
For  if  he  frown,  ye  die  : 

Thofe  are  fecurc,  and  thofe  alone^ 
Who  on  his  grace  rely. 

PSALM    IL      Long  Metre. 

Chrifl's  deaih^  refurre£iion  and  afcenjicti. 

I   T  T  T  H  Y  did  the  Je^s  proclaim  their  rage  ? 
VV    The  Romans i  why  their  fwords  employ  ? 
Again  ft  the  Lord  their  pow'rs  engage. 
His  dear  anointed  to  deltroy  ? 

z  ♦*  Come 


S  P  S  i^  L  M    n. 

2  ''  Come,  let  us  breakhis  bands,  they  fafs 
*'  This  man  (hall  never  give  us  laws,'* 
And  thus  they  cafl  his  yoke  away. 

And  naii'd  the  Monarch  to  the  cfofs. 

3  But  God,  who  high  in  glory  reigns, 
^•Laughs  at  their  pride,  their  rage  controuls  !' 

He'll  vex  their  hearts  with  inward  pains. 
And  fpeak  in  thunder  ta  their  fouls. 

4  *'  I  will  maintain  the  King  I  made 
*'  On  Zlons  everlafting  hill  j 

"  My  hand  fnall  bring  him  from  the  deadi- 
"  And  he  fnall  ftand  your  Sovereign  ftiil/'' 

[5  His  vvond'rous  rifing  from  the  earth 
Makes  his  eternal  God -head  known  ;, 
The  Lord  declares  his  heav'nly  birth, 
*'  This  day  have  I  begot  my  Son. 

6  **  Afcend,  my  Son,  to  my  right  handj . 
**  There  thou  (halt  aik,  and  I  bellow 

*'  Theutmofl  bounds  oi Heathen  lands, 
"  To  thee  the  Northern  illes  fhall  bow." 

7  But  nations  who  refifl:  his  grace 
Shall  fall  beneath  his  iron  ftrcke  % 
His  rod  Ihall  crufli  his  foes  with  eafc, . 
As  potters'  earthen  work  is  broke. 

Pa  u   s  e. 

S  Now  ye  who  fit  on  earthly  thrones,- 
Be  wife,  and  ferve  the  Lord  the  Lamb  i 
Now  at  his  feet  fubmit  your  crowns. 
Rejoice  and  tremble  at  his  name. 

9  With  humble  love  address  the  Son, 
Left  he  grow  angry,  and  ye  die  ; 

His  wrath  fnall  burn  to  worlds  unknown. 
If  ye  provoke  his  jealoufy. 

10  His  ftorms  fhall  drive  you  quick  to  hell  ; 
He  is  a  God,  and  ye  but  duft, 

Happy 


P  S  A  L  M    nL  ;S 

Happy  the  fouls  who  know  him  well. 
And  make  his  grace  their  only  truft. 

PS   A.  L  M    m.       eommon  Metre. 

Doubts  and  fears  fupprejpd  ;  or,   GOD  cur  de* 
fence  from  nn  and  Satan. 

Y  God,  how  many  are  my  fears  I 
How  fair  my  foes  increafe  l- 
Goafpiring  my  eternal  death. 

They  break  my  prefent  peace.  ; 

2  The  lying  temptei-  would  perfuade 
There's  no  relief  in  heaven  ; 

And  all  my  fwelling  fms  appear 
Too  big  to  be  forgiv'n. 

3  But  thou,  my  glory  and  my  flrength> 
Shalt  on  the  tempter  tread, 

Shalt  filence  all  my  threatening  guilty, 
And  raife  my  drooping  head. 

[4  I  cry'd,  and  from  his  holy  hill 

He  bow'd  a  Jill'ning  ear  ; 
I  call'd  my  Father  and  my  God,, 

And  he  fubduM  my  fear. 

5^  He  fhed  foft  flumbers  on  mine  eyesa 

In  fpight  of  all  my  foes  ; 
I  'woke,  and  wonder'd  at  the  grace 

Which  guarded  my  repofe.] 

6  What  though  the  noils  of  death  and  hdl 
All  arm'd  againft  me  ftood. 

Terrors  no  more  fhall  Ihake  my  foul  ; 
My  refuge  is  my  God. 

7  Arife,  O  Lord,  fulfil  thy  grace. 
While  I  thy  glory  fing  :. 

My  GoDr  hath  broke  the  ferpent's  teeth. 
And  death  has  ioil  his  fting.. 

S  Salvation  to  the  Lord  belongs^ 
His  arm  alone  can  fave  ;  Blefiingff 


/    i. 


10        PSALM    Ill.iy. 

Bleffings  attend  thy  people  here. 
And  reach  beyond  the  grave. 

PSALM     III.       Long  Metre. 

J  Morning  Pfalm. 

1  /^  Lord,  how  many  are  my  foes 

\J  In  this  weak  ftate  of  fiefh  and  blood  t 
My  peace  they  daily  difcompofe. 
But  my  defence  and  hope  is  God. 

2  Tir'd  with  the  burdens  of  the  day,. 
To  thee  I  rais'd  an  ev'ning  cry  : 
Thou  heard'ft  when  I  began  to  pray,. 
And  thine  almighty  help  was  nigh. 

3  Supported  by  thine  heav'nly  aid, 
I  laid  me  down  and  flept  fecure  : 

Not  death  fnould  make  my  heart  afraid. 
Though  I  fhould  wake  and  rife  no  more. 

4  But  God  fuflain'd  me  all  the  night  ; 
Salvation  doth  to  God  belong  : 

He  rais'd  my  head  to  fee  the  light. 
And  make  his  praife  my  morning  fong, 

PSALM    IV.       Long  Metre. 

Hearing  of  prayer  y   or,    GOD  our  portion^  and 
Cbriji  our  hope. 

1  /^  God  of  grace  and  right'oufnefs, 
\^  Hear  and  attend  when  I  complain  : 

Thou  hail  enlarged  me  in  diftrefs. 
Bow  down  a  gracious  ear  again. 

2  Ye  fons  of  men^.in  vain  ye  try 
To  turn  my  glory  into  fhamc  : 
How  long  will  fcoffers  love  to  lie, 

And  dare  reproach  my  Saviour's  name  .^ 

3  Know  that  the  Lord  divides  his  faints 
From  all  the  tribes  of  men  befide  ; 

He  hears  the  cry  of  penitents 

l^or  tlfe  dear  fake  of  Chrift  who  dy'd. 

4,  When- 


PSALM    IV.  V.        It 

4  When  our  obed'ent  Iiands  have  done 
A  thoufand  works  of  right'oufnefs. 
We  put  our  truft  in  God  alone. 

And  glory  in  his  pard'ning  grace. 

5  Let  the  unthinking  many  fay, 
fV^o  '-Mill  bejionjj  fome  earthly  good  F 
But,  Lord,  thy  light  and  love  we  pray. 5 
Our  fouls  defire  this  heav'nly  food. 

6  Then  fhall  my  cheerful  pow'rs  rejoice.. 
At  grace  and  favor  fo  divine  ; 

Nor  will  I  change  my  happy  choice 
.For  all  their  corn,  and  all  their  wine. 

PSALM    IV.       Common  Metre. 

Jk  Ravening  Pfalm. 

J   T   O  R  D,  thou  wilt  hear  me  when  I  pray  5 
JL/     I  am  for  ever  thine, 

1  fear  before  thee  all  the  day. 

Nor  would  I  dare  to  fin. 

2  And  while  I  refl:  my  weary  head 
From  cares  and  bus'nefs  free, 

'Tis  fweet  converfing  on  my  bed 
With  my  own  heart  and  thee, 

3  I  pay  this  evening  facrifice  ; 
And  when  my  work  is  done. 

Great  God,  my  faith  and  hope  relies 
Upon  thy  grace  alone. 

4  Thus  with  my  thoughts  composed  to  peace^ 
I'll  give  mine  eyes  to  ileep  ; 

Thy  hand  in  fafety  keeps  my  days. 
And  will  my  flumbers  keep. 

PSALM    V. 


For  the  Lord'' 5-Day  Meriting, 
►,    in  the  morning  thou 
voice  afcending  high  : 


1   T    O  RD,    in  the  morning  thou  flialt  hear 
JL^     Myv'        "        " 


To 


12.  PSALM    VL 

To  thee  will  I  direft  my  pray*r. 
To  thee  lift  up  mine  eye. 

2  Up  to  the  hills  where  Chrifi  is  gone 
To  plead  for  all  his  faints, 

Prefenting  at  his  Father's  throne 
Our  fongs  and  our  complaints. 

3  Thou  art  a  God  before  whofe  fight 
The  wicked  fliall  not  Hand  ; 

Sinners  fhall  ne'er  be  thy  delight. 
Nor  dwell  at  thy  right  hand. 

4  But  to  thy  houfe  will  I  refort, 
Totafte  thy  mercies  there  : 

i  will  frequent  thine  holy  court. 
And  vvorfhip  in  thy  fear. 

^  O  may  thy  fpirit  guide  my  feet 

In  ways  of  right'oufnefs  \ 
•Make  ev'ry  path  of  duty  firaight. 

And  plain  before  my  face. 

Pause. 

6  My  watchfiil  enemies  combine 
To  tempt  my  feet  allray  ; 

They  flatter  with  a  bafe  defign. 
To  make  my  foul  their  prey. 

7  Lord,  crulh  the  ferpent  in  the  dullj 
And  all  his  plots  deftroy  ; 

While  thofe  who  in  thy  mercy  truft. 
For  ever  fliout  for  joy. 

8  The  men  who  love  and  fear  thy  name. 
Shall  fee  their  hopes  fulfiird  ;  >; 

The  mighty  God  will  compais  them 

With  favor,  as  a  ihield. 
PSALM    VL       Common  Metre. 

Complaint  in  SUknefs  ;  or,  Dijeajh  healed^ 
1   y  N  anger.  Lord,  rebuke  me  not, 

j^    Withdraw  the  dreadful  florm  ;  Nor 


PSALM    VI.  ij 

Kor  let  thy  fury  grow  fo  hot 
Againft  a  feeble  worm. 

2  My  foul  bows  down  with  heavy  cares. 
My  fleih  with  pain  cpprefs'd  ; 

My  couch  is  witnefs  to  my  tears. 
My  tears  forbid  my  reft. 

3  Sorrow  and  pain  wear  out  my  days  ; 
I  wafte  the  night  with  cries. 

Counting  the  minutes  as  they  pafs, 
'Till  the  fiow  morning  rife. 

4  Shall  I  be  ftill  tormented  more '? 
Mine  eye  Gonfum*d  with  grief? 

How  long,  my  God,  how  long  before 
Thy  hand  affords  relief? 

5  He  hears  when  duft  and  afhes  fpeak. 
He  pities  all  our  groans  ; 

He  faves  us  for  his  mercy's  lake. 
And  heals  oar  broken  bones. 

6  The  virtue  of  his  fovereign  word 
Reftores  our  fainting  breath  ; 

But  filent  graves  praife  not  the  Lord, 
Nor  is  he  known  in  death. 

PSALM    VI.       Long  Metre. 

temptations  in  Jicknefs  cvercomt, 

t  IT    O  R  D,  I  can  fuffer  thy  rebukes, 

I  J  When  thou  with  kindnefs  doft  chaftife  \ 
But  thy  fierce  wrath  I  cannot  bear, 
O  let  it  not  again  ft  me  rife  ! 

2  Pity  my  languiftiing  eftate. 
And  eafe  the  forrows  which  I  fee!  ; 

The  wounds  thine  heavy  hand  hath  made, 
O  let  thy  gentler  touches  heal  \ 

3  See  how  I  pafs  my  weary  days 

In  iighs  and  groans  ;  and  when  'tis  night, 

B  My 


n       p  s  A  L  M  vn. 

My  bed  is  water'd  with  my  tears, 
/My  grief  confumes  and  dims  my  fight. 

4  Look  how  the  pow'rs  of  nature  mourn-! 
How  long.  Almighty  God,  how  long  ? 
AVhea  IhalJ  thine  hour  of  grace  return  ? 
When  (hall  I  make  thy  grace  my  fong  ? 

5  I  feel  my  fleOi  fo  near  the  grave. 
My  thoughts  are  tempted  to  defpair^t 
But  graves  can  never  praife  the  Lor4» 
For  all  is  duft  and  filence  there. 

6  Depart  ye  tempters  from  my  foul  ; 
And  all  defpairing  thoughts  depart  ; 
My  God,  who  hears  my  humble  moai\. 
Will  eafe  my  pain,  and  cheer  my  heart* 

P  S  A  L  M   yii. 

G  0  D*s    care  of  his  people,    and   funi'Jhmnt  ^ 

perfzcntors^ 

1  "]\  /T  Y  truft  IS  in  my  heavenly  Friend, 
X\x     My  hope  in  thee,  my  God  ; 

Rife,  and  my  helplefs  life  defend 
From  thofe  who  feek  my  blood. 

2  With  infolence  and  fury  they 
My  foul  in  pieces  tear. 

As  hungry  lions  rend  the  prey 
When  no  deliv'rer's  near. 

3  If  I  have  e'er  provok'd  theiji  fird? 
Or  once  abus'd  my  foe. 

Then  let  him  tread  my  life  to  d«ft. 
And  lay  mine  honour  low. 

4  If  there  be  malice  hid  in  me, 
I  know  thy  piercing  eyes ; 

I  Ihould  not  dare  appeal  to  thee. 
Nor  afk  my  God  to  rife* 

5  Arife,  my  God,  lift  up  thy  hand» 

.  -Their  pride ^d  pGw*r  coatroul.;        Awake 


PSA  L  M    VIII.  ts 

Awake  to  judgment,  and  command 
Deliv'rance  for  my  foal* 

Pause. 

6  Let  finners  and  their  wicked  rage 

Be  humbled  to  the  dult : 
Shall  not  the  God  of  truth  engage 

To  vindicate  the  juft  ? 

7'  He  knows  the  heart,  he  tries  the  reins^ 

He  will  defend  th'  upright  : 
His  (harpeft  arrows  he  ordains 

Againft  the  fons  of  fpite. 

S  For  me  their  malice  digged  a  pit> 

But  there  themfelves  are  caft  ? 
My  Goo  makes  all  their  mifchief  light 

On  their  own  heads  at  laft. 

9  That  cruel  perfecuting  race 

Mujil  feel  his  dreadful  fword  ; 
Awake  my  foul,  and  praife  the  grace 

And  juftice  of  the  Lord*. 

P  S  A  L  M    VIII.      Short  Metre. 

i3o4's  Jh^ereignty  and  goodnefs  ;   and  man's   d^f 
mimon  ever  the  creatures* 

1  y^  Lord,  our  heav'nly  king, 
\J     Thy  name  is  all  divine  ;• 

Thy  glories  round  theearth  are  fpreadi 
And  o'er  the  heav'ns  they  lhine« 

2  When  to  thy  works  on  high 
I  raife  my  wond'ring  eyes. 

And  fee  the  moon,  complete  in  lights 
Adorn  the  darkfome  Ikies, 

3  When  I  furvey  the  ftars. 
And  all  their  ihining  forms^ 

Lord,  what  is  man,  that  worthlefs  thing. 
Akin  to  dttH  and  worms  } 

B  2  4  Ler^ 


i6  PSALM    VIIL 

4  Lord,  whafc  is  worth! eft  nian>. 

Thar  thou  fliould'il  love  him  fo  ? 
Next  to  thine  angejs  is  he  placM^ 
And  lord  of  all  below. 

5  Thine  honors  crown, his  head. 
While  beafts  like  flaves  obey. 

And  birds  which  cut  the  air  with  wings^^ 
And  fiih.  which  cleave  the  fea. 

6  How  rich  thy  bounties  are  ! 
And  wond*rous  are  thy  ways  : 

Of  doil  and  worms  thy  pow*r  can  frame 
A  monument  of  praife. 

7  [Oat  of  the  mouths  of  babes 
And  fucklings,  thou  can  ft  draw 

Surprifing  honors  to.  thy  name  1 
And  ftrike  the  world  with  awe-, 

S  O  Lord,  our  Keav'nly  king,. 

Thy  name  is  all  divine  ; 
Thy  glories  round  the  earth  are  Ipread, 

An  I  o'er  the  heav'ns  they  fhine.] 

P  S  A  L  IVr    YIU,       Common  Metre. 

€rhriji^s   condejcenjion  and  gbrijication  ;    or,    G>kt 
made  man^ 

I    /^  Lord,  our  Lord,  how  wond'rous  great 

\J     Is  thine  exalted  name  ; 
The  glories  of  thy  heav'nly  ftate 

Let  men  and  babes  proclaim. 

Z  When  I  behold  thy  works  on  high> 

The  moon  which  rules  the  night. 
And  ftars  which  well  adorn  the  fky^ 

Thoie  moving  worlds  of  light  : 

3  Lord  what  is  man,  or  all  his  race>. 

Who  dwells  fo  far  below. 
That  thou  fhould'ft  vifit  him  with  grace. 

And  love  his  natuie  fo  I 

4  Tha* 


PSALM    Vm.  17 

4  That  thine  eternal  Son  fiiould  bear 

To  take  a  mortal  form. 
Made  lower  than  his  angels  are. 

To  fave  a  dying  worm  ? 

[5  Yet  while  he  livM  on  earth  unknown, 

And  men  would  not  adore^ 
Obedient  feas  and  fiihes  own. 

His  Godhead  and  his  power. 

6  The  waves  lay  fpread  beneath  his  feet ; 
And  fifh  at  his  command. 

Bring  their  large  fhoals  to  Peter's  net;. 
Bring  rribute  to  his  hand, 

7  Thefe  leiTer  glories  of  thy  Son 
Shone  through  the  flefhly  cloud  ;. 

Now  we  behold  him  on  his  throne> 
And  men  confels  him  God.] 

8  Let  him  be  crown'd  with  majefly 
Who  bow'd  his  head  to  death  ; 

And  be  his  honors  founded  high. 
By  all  things  which  have  breath. 

9  Jefus,  our  Lord,  how  wond'rous  great 
Is  thine  exalted  name  ! 

The  glories  of  thy  heav 'nly  Hate 
Let  the  whole  earth  proclaim. 

P  S  A  L  M     vm.  Paraphra/eJi 

Firji  Part,     Long  Metre. 

7hs  Hofamia  of  the  children  \   or.  Infants  praijhg 
God, 

1  A  LMIGHTY  Ruler  of  the  flcies, 

jf\_  Thro*  the  wide  earth  thy  name  is  fpread^. 
And-thine  eternal  glories  rife 
O'er  all  the  heav'ns  thy  hands  have  made. 

2  To  thee  the  voices  of  the  young 
Amowiment  of  honor  raife  ;. 

And 


i8      PSALM  virr. 

And  babes,  with  unindruded  tongue. 
Declare  the  wonders  of  thy  praife. 

3  Thy  povv*r  afllfts  th^ir  tender  age 
To  bring  proud  rebels  to  the  groand>- 
To  ftill  the  bold  blafphemer*s  rage. 
And  all  their  policies  confound. 

4  Children  amidft  thy  temple  throng 
To  fee  their  great  Redeemer's  face  ; 
The  fon  o^  David  is  their  fong. 
And  young  Hofannar  fill  the  place. 

5  The  frowning  fcribes  and  angry  prielts 
In  vain  their  imp'ous  cavils  bring  ; 
Revenge  fits  filent  in  their  breafts^ 
Whilft  Jewijh  babes  proclaim  their  king. 

PSALM     VIIL       Paraphrajed. 

Second  Part.     Long  Metre. 

Adam  and  Chrift,  Lords  of  the  old  and  new  crem- 
ation, 

1  T    O  R  D,  what  was  man,  when  made  at  firH^. 
I  J  Jdam»  the  offspring  of  the  dufl. 

That  thou  fhould^Il  fet  him  and  his  race. 
But  juit  below  an  angel's  place  I 

2  That  thou  Ihould'fl  raife  his  nature  fo> 
And  make  him  Lord  of  all  below  ; 
Make  ev'ry  beaft  and  bird  fubrait. 
And  lay  the  lilhes  at  his  feet  ? 

3  But  O  !  what  brighter  glories  wait 
To  crown  the  fecond  Jdajn's  flate  ? 
What  honors  fhall  thy  Son  adorn  ; 
Who  condefcended  to  be  born  ? 

4  See  him  below  his  angels  madef 
See  him  in  duft  amongfl  the  dead. 
To  fave  a  ruin*ci  world  from  fm  ; 
Thsn  fee  him  reign  with  pow*i  divine. 

The 


FS  A  n  M    IX.  If. 

^-  The  world  to  come,  redeemM  from  all 
The  miseries  which' attend  the  fall. 
New  made,  and  glor'ous  fhall  fubmit 
At  our  exalted  Saviour's  feet. 

PSALM-    IXv-     FirftFari: 

Wrath  and  mercy  from  the  judgment  Jsaf, 

1^  T  T  riTH  my  whole  heart  I'll  raife  ray  fong^ 

VV      Thy  wonders  I'll  proclaim. 
Thou  fov'reign  Judge  of  right  and  wrong 
Will  put  my  foes  to  fliame, 

Z  I'll  fing  thy  raajefty  and  grace  j 

My  God  prepares  his  throne 
To  judge  the  world  in  right'oufnefsa 

And  make  his-  veng'ance  known. 

3  Then  Oiall  the  Lord  a  refuge  prove^ 
For  all  the  poor  opprell  ; 

^o  fave  the  people  of  his  love. 
And  give  th^  weary  reft. 

4  Tke  men,  who  know  thy  nam«,  witl  tru^^ 
In  thy  abundant  grace  ; 

For  thou  h  aft  ne'er  forfook  the  j  uft>  - 
Who  humbly  feek  thy  face. 

5  Sing  praifes  to  the  right'ous  Lord, 
Wh^  dwells  on  ^/o«'s  hill. 

Who  executes  his  threat' ning  word. 
And  does  his  grace  fulfil. 

PSA  L  M     IX.        Second  Part. 

^be -ivifdom  and  equity  of  Pro'videnc^, 

1  TT  THEN  the  great  Judge,  fupremeand  juft, 

VV       Shall  once  enquire  for  blood  > 
The  humble  fouls  who  raourii  in  duft^ 
Shall  find  a  faithful  God. 

2  He  from  the  dreadful  gates  of  death 
Poes  his  own  children  raifc  ; 


20 


PSALM    X, 


In  ^/ow's gates,  with  chearful  breathy 
They  fmg  their  Father's  praife. 

3  His  foes  {hall  fall,  with  heedlefs  feet^ 
Into  the  pit  they  made  ; 

And  finners  perifh  in  the  net 

Which  their  own  hands  had  fpread^ 

4  Thus  by  thy  judgments,  mighty  GoDy 
Are  thy  deep  counfels  known  : 

When  men  of  mifchief  are  deftroy'd,. 
The  faare  muft  be  their  own. 
Pause. 

5  The  wicked  3iall  iink  dov/n  to  hell  ; 
Thy  wrath  devour  the  lands 

Which  dare  forget  thee,  or  rebel 
Againll  thy  known  commands. 

6  Though  faints  to  fore  diilrefs  are  b rough t>. 
And  wait,  and  long  complain^ 

Their  cries  (hall  not  be  ftill  forgot. 
Nor  fhall  their  hopes  be  vain. 

[7  Rife,  great  Redeemer,  from  thy  feat>. 

To  judge  and  fave  the  poor  ; 
Let  nations  tremble  at  thy  feet>. 

And  man  prevail  no  more. 

S  Thy  thunder  fliall  affright  the  proud,< 

And.  put  their  hearts  to  pain. 
Make  them  confefs  that  thou  art  God, 

And  they  but  feeble  men.] 

P  S'  A  L  M.      X.     Common  Metre. 

Prajen  hiard^  and  faints  fa<ved',JOiy.  pride,  atheifmi, 

and  opprejjion  punijhed* 

For  a  humiliation   day. 

I.  \T/H  Y  doth  the  Lord  ftand  off  fo  far  ? 

yy       And  why  conceal  his  face. 
When  great  calamities  appear> 
And  times  of  deep  dilll-efs  I 

%  Lord 


P  S  A  L  M    XL  fii 

■7.  Lord  {hall  the  wicked  ftiU  derida 

Thy  juilice-  and  thy  pow^r  ? 
'Shall  they  advance  their  heads  in  pride. 

And  ftill  thy  faints  devour  t 

3  They  put  their  judgments-  from,  their  it^ht^. 
And  then  infult  the  poor  ;. 

They  boaft  in  their  exalted  height. 
That  they  fhail  fall  no  more. 

4  Arife,  O  God,  lift  up  thine  hand;» 
Attend  our  humble  cry  ; 

No  enemy  ihall  dare  to  ftand 
When  God  afcends  on  high* 

P  A   u   s^^  E» 

5  Why  do  the  men  of  malice  rage^ 
And  fay  with  foolifti  pride, 

Uhe  God  of  heanj^ n  'will  ne^er  engage 
To  fight  on  Z  ion' J  fide  ? 

S  Since  thou  for  ever  art  the  Lord  j 

And  powerful  is  thine  hand. 
As  when  the  Heathen  felt  thy  fword> 

And  periili'd  from  thy  land. 

7  Thou  wilt  prepare  our  hearts  to  pray?. 
And  caufe  thine  ear  to  hearj,- 

Ke  hearkens  what  his  children  fay. 
And  puts  the  world  in  fear. 

8  Proud  tyrants  ihall  no  more  oppref3j> 

No  more  defpife  the  jail  ; 
And  mighty  fmners  ihall  confefs 
They  are  but  earth,  and  daft. 

PSALM     XL     Long  Metre. 

God  lonjes  the  righteous^  and  hates  the  nvicked'* 

t   T\/rY  refuge  is  the  God  of  love; 

1  Vx     Why  do  my  foes  infult  and  cry, 
^ly  like  a  tim''rous  trtmhling  do^ue. 

To  dijiani  'moG/is  or  mountains  Jiy., 

2.  Is 


12'  P  S  A  L  M     Xlf. 

2  If  government  be  all  deftroy'd, 
^(That  firm  foundation  of  our  peace) 
And  violence  make  juftice  void. 
Where  Ihall  the' righteous  feek  redrefs  ? 

3  The  Lord  in  heav*n  has  fix'd  his  throne^- 
His  eyes  furvey  the  world  below  ; 

To  him  all  mortal  things  are  known  ; 
His  eye-lids  fearch  our  fpirits  through. 

4  If  he  afflids  his  faints  fo  far. 

To  prove  their  love  and  try  their  graces 
What  may  the  bold  tranfgrelfors  fear  f 
His  very  foul  abhors  their  ways. 

5  On  imp'ous  wretches  he  ftiall  rain 
Tempefts  of  brimftone,  fire,  and  deaths 
Such  as  he  kindled  on  the  plain 

Of  Sodonty  with  his  angry  breath-. 

6  The  right'ous  Lord  loves  right'ous  fouls^- 
Whofe  thoughts  and  actions  are  fmcere. 
And  with  a  gracious  eye  beholds 

The  men  who  his  own  image  bear. 

PSALM    XII.     Long  Metre. 

7he  faints*  fafety  and  hope  in  enjil  times  ;  or,  Jius  of 
the  tongue  complained  of^  viz.  ■  blafphemyy  falf" 
hood,  l^c. 

r-  T    O  R  Di  if  thou  doft  not  foon  appear,  - 

i  J  Virtue  and  truth  will  fly  away  ; 
A  faithful  man  amongft  us  here 
Vv''ill  fcarce  be  found,  if  thou  delay. 

2  The  whole  difcourfe  when  neighbours  meet' 
Is  fiird  with  trifles  loofe  and  vain  ; 
Their  lip  are  flatt'ry  and  deceit. 
And  their  proud  language  is  profane. 

5  But  lips  with  which  deceit  abound 
Shall  noE  maintain  their  triumph  long  : 

ThjB 


P  S  A^L  M    XIL  -2j 

The  God  of  veng'ance  will  confound 
The  fiatt'ring  and  bJafpheraing  tongue, 

4  Tet  /hallour  rjjDrds  be  free, ^xhey  cry. 
Our  tongues  fry  all  he  controuV  d  by  none  i 
■Where  is  the  Lord<will  ajk  us  'vjhy  ? 
^Orfay,  our  lips  are  not  our  onvn  P 

,5  The  Lord  v/ho  fees  the  poor  opprefl^ 
And  hears  oppreffors'  haughty  ftrain. 
Will  rife  to  give  his  children  reft. 
Nor  fhall  they  trufl  his  word  in  vam, 

6  Thy  words  O  Lord,  tho'  often  try 'dj, 
-Void  of  deceit  fhall  fti  11  appear  ; 

Not  filver  fev'n  times  purify 'd 

From  drofs  and  mixture,  fhines  fo  clear*, 

7  Thy' grace  fiir.ll,  in  the  darkefl:  hour. 
Defend  the  holy  foul  from  harm  ; 
Tho'  when  the  vileft  men  have  pow'r. 
On  ev'ry  fide  wilLfinners  fvvarm. 

PSALM    XII.    Common  Metre. 

;Complaint-i}f  a  general  corruption  of  manners;  or, 
the  promife  and  jlgns  ofChriJl^s  coming  to  judg^ 
msnf, 

1  T  "r-E  LP ,  Lord, -for  men  of  virtue  fail,     , 
i  i     Religion  lofes  ground  I 

The  fons  of  violence  prevail. 
And  treacheries  abound. 

2  Their  oaths  and  promifes  they  brake» 
Yet  a<5l  the  Hatt'rer's  part ; 

With  fair  deceitful  lips  they  fpeak. 
And  with  a  double  heart. 

3  If  we  reprove  fome  hateful  lie. 
How  is  their  fury  HirrM  ? 

Are  not  our  lips  our  o--wn,  they  cry. 
And  <-Mho  Jhall  be  our  Lord  F 

4  ScoiTerl- 


fe4         PSALM     XIII. 

4  Scoffers  appear  on  ev'ry  fide. 
While  a  vile  race  of  men 

Are  rais'd  to  feats  of  pow'r  and  pride. 
And  bear  the  fword  in  vain. 

Pause. 

5  Lord,  when  iniquities  abound. 
And  blafphemy  grows  bold, 

When  faith  is  hardly  to  be  found. 
And  love  is  waxing  cold, 

6  Ts  not  thy  char'ot  haft*ning  on  ? 
Haft  thou  not  giv*n  the  fign  ? 

May  we  not  truft  and  live  upon 
A  promife  fo  divine  ? 

7  *'  Yes,  faith  the  Lord,  now  will  I  rife, 
"  And  make  oppreffors  flee  ; 

^'  I  (hall  appear  to  their  lurprife, 
**  And  fet  my  fervants  free." 

5  Thy  word,  like  filver  feven  times  try'd. 
Thro'  ages  ftiall  endure  : 

The  men  who  in  thy  truth  confide. 
Shall  find  the  promife  fure. 

PSALM     XIII.  .    Long  Metre. 
Pleading   fjfjith  God  under   defer tion  ;  or,    hope  in 
d&rknefs. 
O  W  long,  O  Lord,  (hall  I  complain 
Like  one  who  feeks  his  God  in  vain  ? 
Can*ft  thou  thy  face  for  ever  hide. 
And  I  ftill  pray  and  be  deny'd  I 

2  Shall  I  for  ever  be  forgot, 
As  one  whom  thou  rcgardeft  not  ? 
Still  fliall  my  foul  thy  abfenfe  mourn  ? 
And  ftill  defpair  of  thy  return  ? 

3  How  long  (hall  ray  poor  troubled  breaft 
Be  with  thefe  anxious  thoughts  opprefs'd  ? 
And  Satan,  my  malicious  foe. 
Rejoice  to  fee  i&e  funk  fo  low  ?  4  Hear 


■H 


PSALM     XIII.  oj 

4  Hear,  Lord,  aird  grant  me  quick  relief. 
Before  my  death  concludes  my  grief ; 

If  thou  withhold  thy  heav'nly  light, 
I  ileep  in  everlafting  night. 

5  How  will  the  pow'rs  of  dark^efs  boaft. 
If  but  one  praying  foul  be  loft  ! 

Bat  I  have  trulled  in  thy  grace. 
And  fhall  again  behold  thy  face. 

6  Vvhate'er  ray  f^sars  or  foes  fuggefi.-. 
Thou  art  my  hope,  my  joy,  my  reft  ; 
My  heart  fhall  feel  thy  love,  and  raife 
My  cheerful  voice  to  fongs  of  praife. 

PSALM     XIII.      Common  Metre. 

Complaint  under  Hmptations  of  the  de'vil, 

1  T  T  O  W  long  wilt  thou  conceal  thy  face  I 
J~X  ^y  God,  how  long  delay  ? 

When  ihall  I  feel  thofe  heav'nly  rays 
Which  chafe  my  fears  away  ? 

2  How  long  Ihall  my  poor  lab'ring  foul 
Wreflle  and  toil  in  vain  ? 

Thy  word  can  all  my  foes  controul. 
And  cafe  my  raging  pain. 

3  See  how  the  prince  of  darknefs  tries 
All  his  malicious  arts  1 

He  fpreads  a  mift  around  my  eyes. 
And  throws  his  ^^^y  darts. 

4  Be  thou  ray  fun  and  thou  my  fiileld. 
My  foul  in  fafety  keep  ; 

Make  hafte  before  mine  eyzz  are  feal'd 
\n  death's  eternal  fleep. 

5  How  would  the  tempter  boafl  aloud 
If  I  become  his  prey  ! 

Beliold  the  fons  of  hell  grow  proud 
At  thy  fo  long  delay  1 

C  6  But 


aS  PSALM    Xr 


6  But  they  fhall  flee  at  thy  rebuke. 
And  Satan  hide  his  head  : 

Ke  knows  the  terrors  of  thy  look, 
And  hears  thy  voice  with  dread. 

7  Thou  wilt  difplay  that  fov'reign  grace 
Where  all  my  hopes  have  hung  ^ 

■I  ihall  employ  my  ]ips  in  ptaiie. 
And  vid'ry  ihall  be  fang. 

P  S  A  L  M   XIV.  FirJI  Part.  Common  Metre. 
JBy  nature  all  men  are  Jinners, 

1  T?0,0  L  S  in  their  hearts  be>iev4;  and  fay, 
J^      "  That  all  religion's  vain  ; 

'*  There  is  no  God  who  reigns  on  high, 
*'   Or  minds  affairs  of  men." 

2  From  thoughts  fo  dreadful  and -profane. 
Corrupt  diicourfe  proceeds  ; 

And  in  their  imp'ous  hands  ar^  found 
Abomia?-ble  deeds. 

3  The  Lord  from  hbceleil^al  throne^ 
Lock'd  down  on  things  below, 

To  find  the  man  v.ho  fought  his  grace.. 
Or  did  his  juiiic.e  know. 

4  By  nature  all  are  gone  allray  ; 
Their  pra\5lice  all  the  fame  : 

There's  none  who  fears  his  Maker's  hand. 
There's  none  who  loves  his  name. 

5  Their  tongues  arc  us^d  to  fp^ak  deceit  ; 
Their  flanders  never.ceafe, 

How  fwift  to  mifchlef  are  their  feet  \ 
Nor  know  the  paths  of  peace. 

6  Such  feeds  of  fin  (that  titter  root) 
\xi  all  our  hearts  arc  found  ; 

Nor  can  they  berr  diviner  fruit, 
'Till  grace  refine  the  ground. 

P  S  A  L  M 


PSALM     XIY.  XV,      2-, 

P   S   A  L    M      XIV.     Second  Part, 
The  folly  of  perfecKfors. 
t      /t    R  E  fmners  now  fo  renfelefs  grown^, 

Jf\^     That  rhey  thy  faints  devour'; 
And  never  worfliip  at  thy  throne^.. 
Nor  fear  thine  awful  pow'r  ? 

z  Great  God  1   appear  to  their  furprifc^ 

Reveal  thy  dread lul  name  ! 
liCt  them  no  more  thy  wrath  defpife. 

Nor  turn  oar  hope  to  fhame. 

3  Deft  thou  not  dwell  among  the  juft  ?' 
And  yet  our  foes  deride. 

That  we  (hould  make  thy  name  our  truft  r 
Great  God  1  confound  their  pride. 

4  O  that  the  joyfal'day  were  come, 
Tg  ftnifh  our  diilrefs  ! 

When  God  fhaii  bring  his  children  home. 
Our  fongs  ihall  never  ceafe. 

P  S'  A  L  M     XY.    Common  Metre. 

CharaB^rs  of  a  faint ;  or,  a  citizen  of  Zion  ;  OT, 
thequalif.catic7is  of  a  chnfian. 

I   ¥  T  7  H  O  fhall  inhabit  in  thy  hill, 

VV     O  God  ofhoiinefs  ? 
Whom  will  the  Lord  admit  to  dwell 
So  near  his  throne  of  grace  ? 

Z  The  man  who  walks  in  picwas  waySj, 

And  works  with  right'ous  hands. 
Who  truirs  his  Maker's  promifes. 

And  follows  his  commands. 

5  Who  fpeaks  the  meaning  of  his  hearty 
Nor  flanders  with  his  tongue  ; 

Will  not  promote  an  ill  report. 
Nor  do  his  neighbour  wrong; 

4  Who  v/ealthy  fmners  ftill  contemns. 
Loves  all  who  fear  the  Lord  j 

C  2'  A^jf 


28  P  S  A  L  M    XV. 

And  though  to  his  own  hurt  he  fWears* 
Still  he  performs  his  word. 

5  Whofe  hands  difdarn  a  golden  bribe ^ 
And  never  gripe  the  poor  ; 

This  man  fhall  dwell  wieh  God  on  cartb„ 
And  find  his  heav'n  fecure. 

P  S  A  L  M     XY.     Long  Metre. 
Religion  and  jufiice^  goodnefs  and  truth  ;  or,  dutte*- 
to  GOD  and  man;  or,  the  quaUjications  of  a 
chrijiian. 

1  \fi7  H  O  {hall  afcend  thy  heavenly  place, 

VV    Great  God,  and  dwell  before  thy  facel 
The  man  who  minds  religion  now,. 
And  Kurably  walks  with  Go-d  below. 

2  Whofe  hands  are  pare,  whofe  heart  is  clean>, 
Whofe  lips  ftill  fpeak  the  thing  they  meaa  j 
No  flanders  dwell  upon  his  tongue  ; 

He  hates  to  do  his  neighbour  wrong. 

(3  Wh^  will  not  trufl  an  ill  report. 
Nor  vent  it  to  his  neighbour's  hurt  : 
Sinners  of  ftatc  he  cen  defpife. 
But  faints  are  honor'd  in  his  eyes,  J 

[4  Firm  to  his  word  he  ever  ftood. 
And  always  makes  his  promife  good  ; 
Nor  dares  to  change  the  thing  he  fwears> 
Whatever  pain  or  lofs  he  bears.] 

[5  He  never  deals  in  bribing  gold. 
And  mourns  that  juflice  fliould  be  fold  : 
While  others  gripe  and  grind  the  poor,. 
Sweet  charity  attends  his  door.] 

6  He  loves  his  enemies  and  prays 
For  thofe  who  curfe  him  to  his  face  : 
And  doth  to  all  men  ftill  the  fame 
Which  he  would  hope  or  wi(h  from  them. 

7  Yet,  when  his  holiell  works  are  done. 

His  foul  depends  on  grace  alone  ;  Thi^ 


PSALM    XVI..  Z.J 

This  13  the  man  thy  face  {hall  fee. 
And  dwell  for  ever.  Lord,  with  thee. 

PSALM-  XVL     F/rJ^  Part,  Long  Metre; 

€ionfej]ion  of  our  po-vertyy   and  faints  the  hef  cornpa" 
ny  ;  or,  good  ^joorks  pr eft  meni    not  God. 

I   TJ  R  E  SERVE  me.  Lord,  in  time  of  r.eed^ 

X^  f'or  fuccour  |p  thy  throne  I  flee, 
But  have  no  merits  there  to  plead  ; 
My  goodnefs  cannot  reach  to  thee. 

%  Oft  have  my  heart  and  tongue  confefl^- 
How  empty  a.nd  how  poor  I  am  ; 
My  praife  can  never  make  thee  ble^. 
Nor  add  new  glories  to  thy  name. 

3  Yet,  Lord,  thy  faints  on  earth  may  reajr 
Some  profit  by  the  good  we  do  j 

Thefc  are  the  company  I  kaep, 
Thefe  are  the  ckolceft  friends  I  know, 

4  Let  others  choofe  the  fons  of  mirths, 
To  give  a  relifii  to  thejr  wine, 

I  love  the  men  of  heav'nly  birth, 
V/hofc  thoughts  and  language  are  divine. 

PSALM    XVL    Second  Part,  Long  Metre. 

Chrifs  all-fuficiency, 

I    T  XO  W  faft  their  guilt  and  forrow  rife,- 
X  X  Who  hafle  to  feek  fome  idol  god-1 

1  will  not  tafte  their  facrihce. 
Their  ciF'rings  of  forbidden  blood. 

2  My  God  provides  a  richer  cup. 
And  nobler  food  to  live  upon  ; 
Ke  for  my  life  has  ofFer'd  up, 
jefus,  his  bell  beloved  Son. 

%   His  love- is  my  perpetu'l  feaft  ; 
By  day  hi^counfels  guide  me  right  ;■ 

C  3  A.tJ, 


30  PSALM    XVL 

And,  be  his  n?me  for  ever  bleft. 
He  gives  me  fweet  advice  by  night. 

4  I  fet  him  ftill  before  mine  eyes  ; 
A I  my  right  hand  he  ftands  prepar'd 
To  keep  my  foul  from  all  furprife. 
And  be  my  everlafting  guard. 

PSALM    XVL    rhir^Fart,  Long  Metr^. 
Courage  in  death,  and  hope  of  the  refurreclion. 

1  T  T  7  H  E  N  Go  D  is  nigh  my  faitK  is  ftrong^ 

VV    K^s  arm  is  my  almighty  prop  : 
Be  glad  my  heart,  rejoice  my  tongue. 
My  dying  flefh  fhall  reft  in  hope. 

2  Tho'  in  the  duft  I  by  my  head. 
Yet,  gracious  God,  thou  wilt  not  leave 
My  foul  for  ever  with  the  dead,. 

Nor  lofe  thy  childrea  in  the  graven. 

3  My  ftefh  Ihall  thy  firft  call  obey. 
Shake  off  its  duft  and  rife  on  high  r 
I'hen  (halt  thou  lead  the  wond'roas  way 
Up  to  thy  throne  above  the  Iky. 

4  There  ftreams  of  endlefs  pleafure  flow> 
And  full  difcov'ries  of  thy  grace. 
Which  we  but  tafted  here  below. 
Spread  heav'nly  joys  thro'  all  the  place-. 

PSALM     XVT.     Firft  Part,. 

Common  Metre. 

Support  and  coun/el from  God,  ^without  merits 

X   Q  A  VE  me,  QLord,  from  ev'ry  foe  i     ^^ 

O     In  thee  my  truft  I  place, 
Tho'  all  the  good  which  I  can  do> 

Can  ne'er  dcferve  thy  grace. 
1  Yet,  if  my  God  prolong  my  breath,. 

The  faini5  may  profit  by't  i 

Tlie 


P  S  A  L.  M    XVI.  ji 

The  faints,  the  ghry  of  the  earth. 
The  men  ef  ray  delight* 

3  Let  Heathens  to  their  ido!s  haile. 
And  worfiiip  wood  or  ftone  ; 

But  ray  delightful  lot  is  cafi 
Where  the  true  God  is  knowm 

4  Hi&  hand  provides  my  conilant  faodI>, 
He  fills  my  daily  cup. 

Much  am.  I  pleaa'd  with  prefent  good. 
But  more  rejoice  in  hope. 

5  God  is  my  portion  and  my  joy  ! 
His  counfels  are  ray  light  : 

He  gives  me  fweet  advice  by  day^ 
And  gentle  hints  by  night. 

6  My  foul  would  all  her  thoughts  approvr 
To  his  all -feeing  eye  : 

Nor  death  nor  he],]  my  hopes  fhall  movfj 
While  fuch  a  friend  is  nigh, 

PSALM     XVI.     Second  Fart. 

Common.  Metre, 

^he  death  and  refurre3ion  of  €hrijt<^ 

Set  the  Lord  before  my  face^ 
*'  He  bears  my  courage  up  ; 
My  heart  and  tongue  their  jbys  exprefs,. 
*'  My  fl€lh  ihall  reft  m  hops. 

a  **  My  fpirit.  Lord,  thou  wHt  not  leave 

*'  Where  fouls  departed  ar'^  ; 
'*■  Nor  qnis  my  body  to  the  ^rave,. 

**  To  fee  corruption  the  s. 

3  **  Thou  wilt  reveal  the  path  of  life3^ 

**  And  raife  me  to  thy  throne  : 
^*  Thy  courts  immortal  pleafures  give;, 

*'  Thy  prefence,^  joy  unknown." 

[4  Thus  in  the  name  of  Chrift  the  Lord, 
The  holy  David  fung^  An<^ 


I 


2!Z         P  S  A  L  M    xn^. 

And  Providence  fulfils  the  word 
Of  his  prophetic  tongue. 

5-  Jefus,  whom  ey'iy  faint  adore. 

Was  crucify'd  and  fiain  ; 
Behold  the  tomb  its  prey  reftores  ! 

Behold,  he  lives  again  ! 

6  When  (hall  ray  i^et  arife  and  ftand 

On  heav'n's  eternal  hills  ? 
There  fits  the  Son  at  God^s  right  hand. 

And  there  the  Farther  fmiles.] 

P  S  A  L  M     XYII.       Short  Metre; 

Bsrtion  of  faints  and  Jinners  ;  cr,.  hoj^e  and  dypaif 
in  death, 

J      A   Rl  S-E  my  gracious  God, 
Jt\.     And  make  the  wicked,  flee  5 

They  are  but.  thy  chailifing  rod 
To  drive  thy  faints  to  thee.. 

2  Behold,. the  linner  dies  ! 

His  haughty  words  are  vain  : 
Here  in  this  life  his  pleafure  lies^ 

And  all  beyond  is  pain. 

3-  Then  let  his  pride  advance,. 

And  boaii  of  all  his  ftore;. 
The  Lord  is  ray  inheritance. 

My  foul  can  wifh  no  njiore.  • 

4  I  (hall  behold  the  face 
Of  my  forgiving  God  ;. 

Aiid  ftand  complete  in  right'oufnefs>.. 
W^afh'd  in  my  Saviour's  blood, 

5  See  the  new  heav'n  begun 
When  I  awake  from  death,, 

Dreft  in  the  Hkenefs  of.  thy  Son, 
Axi^  draw  immortal  breath  ! 

P  S  A  I.  ?*^ 


PSALM    XVIL  XVIIL     33. 

PSALM     XVIL      Long  Metre. 

T'/ke  Jtfxner^ s  portion  andfaini^s  hope  %■  or,  the  hea- 
'ven  of  feparate  fouls  y  and  tin  refurre^on. 

1  T    ORI>,    I  am  thine  ;  but  thou  wilt  prove 
I  J  My  faith,  my  patience,  and  my  love  : 

When  men  of  fpite  againll  me  join. 
They  are  the  fword,  the  hand  is  thine. 

2  Their  hope  and  portion  lie  below  ; 
'Tis  all  the  happinefs  they  know  ; 

'Tis  all  they  feek  :  they  take  their  fiiares^ 
And  leave  the  relt  among  their  heirs. 

3  What  linners  value,  I  refign  5 
Lord,  '^tis  enough  that-  thou  art  mineJ^ 
I  fhall  behold  thy  blifsful  face. 

And  fland  complete  in  right'oufne^. 

4  This  life's  a  dream,  an  empty  fiiow^ 
But  the  bright  world  to  which  I  go. 
Hath  joy's  fubllantial  and  fincere  ; 
When  ihall  I  'wake  and  find  me  there  ? 

5  O  glorious  hour  !  O  bleft  abode  I. 
I  fhali  be  near  and  like  my  God  ; 
And  ilelh  and  fin  no  more  eontroul 
The  facred  pleafure  of  my  foul. 

6  My  fiefh  (hall  fiumber  in  the  ground^ 
'Till  the  1  aft  trumpet's  joyful  found  : 
Then  burft  the  chains  with  fvveet  furprife-. 
And  in  my  Saviour's  image  rife. 

?  S  A  L  M    XVIIL  Firji  Part,  Long  Metre. 

J)eli<verance  from  defpair  y  or,  temptations  o'vercome^ 

I   ^nr^  H  E  E  will  I  love,  OLord^  my  ftrength, 
X     My  rock,  my  tow'r,  my  high  defence  j 
Thy  mighty  arm  (hall  be  my  truft. 
For  I  have  found,  falvation  thencs. 

3  Death 


34         PSA  L  M    XVII  r, 

2  Death  and  the  terrors  of  the  grave,    ^, 
Stood  round  me  with  their  difmal  fhade  ;■. 
While  floods  of  high  temptations  rofe. 
And  made  my  iinking.  foul  afraid, 

5,  I  fav.'  the  op.'ning  gates  of  hell- 
With  endlef5  pains  and  ibrrows  there, 
(Which  rrone,  but  rhofe  who  feel,  can  tell) 
While  I  was  hurry'd  to  defpair. 

4  In  my  dJurefs,  I  call'd  my  God, 
When  I  couid  fcarce  believe  him  minc>. 
He  bow'd  his  ear  to  my  complaint  j 
Then  did  his  grace  appear  divine. 

[5  With  fpeed  he  flew  to  my  relief. 
As  on  a  cherub's  v/ing  he  rode  ; 
Awful  and  bright  as  lightning, fhone 
The  face  of  my  deliv'rer  God. 

6  Temptations  fled  at  his  r.^buke, 
(The  blaftof  his  almighty  breath)' 
He  fent  faivation  from  on  high. 

And  drew,  me  from  the  deeps  of  death. 

7  Great  were  my  fears,  my  foes  were  great;. 
Much  was  their  ilrength  and  more  their  rage; 
But  Chrift,  my  Lord,  is  conqu'ror  itill. 

In  all  the  wars  which  devils  wage. 

8  My  fong  for  ever  fli^.  11  record 
That  terrible,  that  joyUd  hour  ; 
And  give  the  glory  to  :ne  Lord, 
Due  to  his  merey  and  his  pow'r. 

PSALM  XVIIL  Seccn^ Parf,  LongMetn^ 
Sincerity  proved  and  rerxardid. 

1.  T    O  RD>  thou  haft  feen  my  foul  fmcere, 
i   J  Haft  made  thy  love  and  truth  appear  ; 
Before  mme  eyes  I  fet  thy  laws. 
And  thou  hail  own *d  my  right'ous  caufe. 

z  Since" 


P  S  A  L  M    X\1II.         2-S 

.2  Since  I  have  learn 'd  thy  holy  ways, 
I've  vvalk'd  upright  before  thy  face  : 

Or  if  my  feet  did  e'er  depart, 

•'Tvvas  ever  with  a  broken  heart. 

3  What  fore  temptations  broke  my  reii  ! 
Vv'hat  wars  and  flruggiings  in  my  breafti 
But  thro'  thy  grace  which  reigns  within^ 

,  I  guard  againil  my  darling  fin. 

4  That  fm  which  clofe  befets  meftill, 
Which  works  and  flriv/^s  againfl  Riy  will  | 

When.fliail  thy  fpirit's  iovereignpow'r 
Deftroy  it,  that  it  rife  no  more  r 

[5  Wifh  an  impartial  hand,  the  Lord    . 
Seals  oat  to  mortals  their  .reward  : 
The  kind  and  faithful  fouls  (hall  find, 
A  God  as  faithful  and  as  kind.] 

6  The  jaft  and  pure  fhall   ever  fay. 
Thou  art  more  pure,  morejuft  than  they ": 
And  men  who  love  revenge  fnall  know, 
God  hath  an  arm  of  veng'anpe  too. 

P  S  A  L  M     X^TII.     r bird  Fart, 
Long  Metre. 
Rejoicing  in  God  ;  or,  Jal-jation  and  trixtmph, 
i     TUST  are  thy  ways,  and  true  thy  word, 

J  Great  rock  of  my  fecure  a-bode  ; 
Who  is  a  God,  befide  the  Lord  ? 
Or  where's  a  refuge  like  our  God  ? 

2  'Tis  he  who  girds  me  with  his  might. 
Gives  me  his  holy  fword  to  wield  ; 
And  while  with  fin  and  hell  1  fight. 
Spreads  his  falvation  for  my  fhield. 

3  He  lives  (yea,  blefied  be  my  rock) 
\  "The  God  of  my  falvation  lives! 

•    The  darkdefigns  of  hell  are  broke  ; 
Sweet  is  the  pt^ace  my  Father  gives. 

4  Before 


^6         P  S  A  L,  M    XVIIL 

4  Before  the  fcoffers  of  the  age 

1  will  exalt  my  Father's  name. 
Nor  tremble  at  their  mighty  rage 

But  meet  reproach,  and  bear  the  (hamCn 
r  To  Da-uid  and  his  royal  feed 
Thy  grace  for  ever  fhal'l  extend  ; 
Thy  love  to  faints  in  Chnft  their  head, 
Knows  not  a  limit,  nor  an  end. 

PSALM     XVIII.     Firji  Part, 
Common  Metre. 
ViQwy  €Lnd  trium^'h  ever  temporal  enemies^ 
s  TT  7  E  love  thee,  Lord,  and  we  adore, 

YY       Now  is  thine  arm  reveal'd  ;^ 
Thou  art  our  ftrength,  ourheav'nly  towV, 
Our  bulwark  and  our  (hield. 

2  We  fly  to  our  eternal  rock. 
And  find  a  fure  defence  ; 

His  holy  name  our  lips  invoke. 
And  draw  falvation  thence. 

3  When  God,  our  leader  (hines  in  arms. 
What  mortal  heart  can  bear 

The  thunder  of  his  loud  alarms. 
The  lightning  of  his  fpear  r 

4  He  rides  upon  the  winged  wind. 
And  angels  in  array. 

In  millions  wait,  to  know  his  mind. 
And  fwifc  as  flames  obey. 

5  He  fpeaks,  and  at  his  fierce  rebuke 
Whole  armies  are  difmay'd  ; 

His  voice,  his  frown,  his  angry  look 

Strikes  all  their  courage  dead.  ^ 

6  He  forms  our  gen'rals  for  the  field. 
With  all  their  dreadful  fKiil, 

Gives  them  his  awful  fword  to  wield. 
And  makes  their  he«fts  of  ftecL 

[7    He 


PSALM     XVIIL        3^ 

:Ij  He  arms  our  captains  to  the  fights 

Tho'  there  hi«  name's  forgot  ; 
(He  girded -C>Ta/  with  his  might. 

But  Cjrus  knew  him  not.) 

•5  Oft  has  the -Lord  whole  nations  bkft. 

For  his  own  churches  fake  ; 
The  pow'rs  which  give  his  people  rell. 

Shall  of  hi^  care  partake.] 

PSALM     X¥IiI.      Second  Part. 

Common  Metre. 

T'^e  co^iiiueror* s  Jong* 

^   f  |"^0  thine  almighty  arm  we  owe 

j^        The  triumphs  of  the  day  ^ 
Txhy  terrors.  Lord,  confound  t4ie  foe. 
And  melt  their  ftrcngth  away. 

2  'Tis  by  thine  aid  our  troops  prevail. 

And  break  united  pow'rs  ; 
Or  burn  their  boailed  fleets,  or  fcale 

The  proudefi:  of  their  tow'rs. 

5  How  have  we  chas'd  them  thro*  the  '£«id^ 

And  trod  them  to  the  ground. 
While  thy  falvation  was  our  ihield. 

But  they  no  (helter  found  ! 

4  In  vaia  to  idol  faints  they  cry. 
They  periih  in  their  blood  : 

Where  is  a  rock  fo  great,  fo  hig*. 
So  powVful  as  our  God  ? 

5  The  rock  of  Ij^el  ever  lives. 
His  name  be  ever  bleil  ; 

*Tis  his  own  arm  the  vid'ry  f*-Ives, 
And  gives  his  people  reft.  *^ 

6  On  faints  who  live  as  Z)^i/m  did. 
He  pours  his  blelHngs  down  ; 

Secures  their  priv'lege  to  their  fesd. 
And  treats  them  as  his  own, 

D  P  S  A  L  ^I 


38  PSALM    XIX. 

PSALM     XIX.    FirJiPart,    Short  MetrCo 

The  hook  of  nature  and  fcrlpture. 

For  a  "Lord's-day   morning. 

I   T)  E  H  p  L  D  the  lofty  fey 

J3    Dd'clares  its  maker  GoD;, 
And  all  his  ftarry  works  on  high 

Proclaini  his  po\v*r  abroad. 

z  The, darj^nefs  and  the  light 

Still  keep  their  courfe  the  fame  ; 
While  night  to  day  and  day  to  night. 

Divinely  teach  his  name. 

3  In  ev'ry  dift 'rent  land 

Their  gen'ral  voice  is  known  ; 
They  fhew  thp  wonders  of  his  hand. 
And  orders  of  his  throne. 

4  America,  jejoice  ! 

He  here  reveals  his  word  ; 

We  are  not  Ieft;to  nature's  voice 

To  bid  us  know  the  Lord. 

5  Hi  statutes  and  cqmmandj 
Are  fet  before  our  eyes  ; 

He  puts  his  gofpel  in  our  handfc. 
Where  our  falvation  lies. 

6  His  laws  are  juft  and  pure. 
His  truth  without  deceit  j 

His  promifcs  for,  ever  fure. 
And  his  rewards  are  great. 

[7  Not  honey  to  the  tafte 

Affords  fo  much  delight  ; 
Nor  gold  which  has  the  furnace  paft 

So  much  allures  the  fight. 

8  While  of  thy  works  I  fing, 

Thy  glory  to  proclaim. 
Accept  the  praife,  my  God,  vz^y  King, 

In  my  Redeemer's  aame.] 
.         ,•  PS  A  L  M 


•P  S  A  L  M    XIX.  :^9 

F  S  A  L  M    XIX.     Second  Pari.  Short  Metre, 

God's  ^jjord  moft,  excellent  ;  ovyjlnceriiy  and  ^Match^ 
fidnefs^ 

For  a  Lord's -day  morning,  ^ 

i  TJ  E  H  O  L  D  the  morning  fan 
'  fj  Begins  his  glor'ous  way  ! 
Kis  beams  through  all  the  natiopiS  mn^ 

And  life  and  light  convey.  -. 

2  But  where  the  gofpel  conies 
It  fpreads  diviner  light  ; 

It  calls  dead  fmners  from  their  tembs. 
And  gives  the  blind  their  fight. 

3  How  perfeft  is  tfey  v/ord  ! 
And  all  thy  judgments  jull  ; 

For  ever  fare  thy  promife,  Lord^ 
And  men  fecurely  trull. 

4  My  gracious  God,  how  plain 
Are  thy  directions  giv'n  1 

©  may  I  never  read  in  vain. 
But  find  the  path  to  heav'n  ! 

Pause. 

5  I  hear  thy  word  with  love. 
And  I  would  fain  obey  ; 

Send  thy  good  Spirit  from  above 
To  guide  me,  lell  I  Itray. 

6  O  who  can»ever  find 
The  errors  of  his  ways  ? 

Yet,  with  a  bold  prefumpt'cus  mirxd 
I  would  not  dare  tranfgrefs. 

7  Warn  me  of  ev'ry  fin  ; 
Forgive  my  fecret  faults. 

And  cleanfe  this  guilty  foul  of  mine, 
Whofe  crimes  exceed  my  thoughts. 

J)  z  8  V/hile 


40  PSALM    XIX. 

8  While  with  my  heart  and  tongue 

I  fpread  tKy  pralic  abroad. 
Accept  the  woriiiip  and  the  fong,. 

My  Saviour  and  niy.  Gob. 

P-  S  A  L  M     XIX.      Long:  Meti-e. 

'T'l-e   hisks    of  nature  and  fcripture   compared  yOT;. 
the  glcry  and  fuccsj's  of  the  gojpsl. 

1  'T^  HE  heav'ns  declare  thy  glorjs  Lord  ! 

\^      In  t'^'^xy  ftar  thy  wifdom  ihines  ; 
But,  whcn^  oar  eyes  behold  thy  word. 
We  read  thy  name  in  fairer  lines.. 

2  The  rolling  Tun,  the  changing  light, 
And  nights,  and  days,  thy  pow'r  confers  |.. 
But  the  bleft  volume  thou  hail  writ 
Reveals  thy  jufiice  and  thy  grace. 

3  Sun>  moon,  and  ftars,  corrvey  thy  praife 
Round  the  whole  earth,  and  never  lland  i 
So  when  t%|  truth  begun  its  race. 

It  touch'd,  it  glanc'd  on  ev'ry  land. 

4  Nor  ihall  thy  fpreading  gofpel  reft- 
*T:11  through  the  world  thy  truth  has  run 'j. 
Till  ChriiV  has  all  the  nations  bleil. 
Wi'ich  fee  the  light,  or  feel  the  fun. 

5  Great  Sun  of  right'oufhefs,  arife  ! 
Blefs  the  dark  world  wit-h  heav'nly  light : 
Thy  gofpel  makes  the  fimple  wife  ; 
Thy  laws  are  pure,  th.y  judgnaetxts  right* 

6  Thy  noblefl  wonders  here  we  view. 
In  fouls  renew'd,  and  fms  forgiven  : 
Lord,  cleanfe  my  fias,  my  foul  renew. 
And  make  thy  word  icy  guide  to  heav*n. 

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PSALM    XIX.  4V 

P'  S  A  L  M     XIX.     To  the  tune  of  the  i  i  ith       v 
Piklm.  ^ 

The  hook  of  nature  afid  fcripture. 

t  ^'^Reat  God,  the  heav'n's  well  order'd  frame' 
\JJ  Declares  the  glories  of  thy  name  : 
There  thy  rich  works  of  wonder  Ihine  ^ 

A  thoufand  ilarry  beauties  there^ 

A  thoufand  rad'ant  marks  appear 
Of  bouiidlefs  pow'r  and  fKili  divine, 

2  From  night  to  day,  from  day  to  nighty, 
The  dawning  and  the  dying  light, 

Leflures  of  heav'nly  wiidom  read  ; 
With  filent  eloquence  the^  raife 
Gur  thoughts  to  our  Creator's  praife. 

And  neither  found  nor  language  need, 

3  Yet  their  divine  inftrudions  run 
Far  as  the  journies  of  the  fun. 

And  e^'ry  nation  knows  their  voice  : 
The  fun,  like  fome  young  bridegroom  dreft^ 
Breaks  from  the  chambers  of  the  eaft. 

Rolls  round,   and  make?  the  earth  rejoice, 

4  Where  e'er  he  fpreads  his  beams  abroad^ 
He  fmiles  and  fpeaks  his  maker  God  ^ 

All  nature  joins  to  fhew  thy  praife  5 
Thus  God  in  ev'ry  creature  fliines  ; 
Fair  is  the  book  of  nature's  lines. 

But  fairer  is  thy  book  of  grace. 

Pa   ¥   s   E, 

5  I  love  the  volumes  of  thy  word  5 
What  light  and  joy  thofe  leaves  afford^ 

To  ioals  benighted  and  diilreit  ! 
Thy  precepts  guide- my  doubtful  way  ; 
Thy  fear  forbids  my  feet  to  iiray  ; 

Thy  promife  kads-my  foul  to  reic. 

D    ::  6    FrOiTL 


4^i  PSALM    XX. 

6  From  the  difcov'ries  of  thy  law 
The  perfed  rules  of  life  I  draw  : 

Thefe  are  my  ftady  and  delight ; 
Not  honey  To  invites  the  tafte. 
Nor  gold  which  hath  the  furnace  paft 

Appears  foplea^ng  ro  the  fight. 

7  Thy  threat -hings  wake  my  fiumb'ring  eye^^ 
And  warn  me  where  my  danger  lies  ; 

Bat  'tis  thy  bleffed  gofpel.  Lord,. 
Which  makes  my  gviilty  ccnfcious  clean. 
Converts  my  foul,  fubdues  ray  fin, 

And  gives  a  free,  but  large  reward. 

8  Who  knows  the  errors  of  his  thoughts  ? 
My  God,  forgive  my  feeret  faults, 

And  from  prefumpt'ous  fins  reiT:rain  5. 
Accept  my  poor  attempts  of  praife, 
That  I  have  read  thy  book  of  grace,. 

And  book  of  nature,   not  in  vain. 

PSALM     XX.     Long  Matre. 

Prayer  and  hope,  of  ^vicicry^ 

For  a  day  of  prayer  in  time  of  war. 

J  "^y  O  W  may  the  God  of  powV  and  gracr 

jjS)    Attend  his  people's  humble  cry  ! 
Jehovah  hears  when  Ijyd  prays,  ^ 
And  brings  deliv'rance  from  on  high.. 

2  The  \\d.meo^  Jacobus  God  defends- 
Better  than  fhif  Ids  or  brazen  walls  ; 
He  from  his  fanduary  fends 

Succour  and  ftrength,  when  Zlon  calls-, 

3  Well  he  remembers  all  our  fighs  ;. 
ills  love  exceeds  our  befl  cefcrts  ; 
His  love  accepts  the  facrifice 

Of  humble  groans  and  broken  hearts, 

4  In  his  falvation  is  our  hope. 
And  in  the  name  of  //r'f/'s  Gon, 


P  S  A JL  M    XXI, 

Odr  troops  fhall  lift  their  banners  upp. 
Our  navies  fpr ead  their  R'z.gs  abroad. 

5   Some  trujfl^in  horfes  train'd  for  war. 
And  fome  ofchar'otsrraake  their  boafis  ^. 
Onr  furefl  expeflations  are  ^     .    '  . 
From' thee  the  Lord  ofheav^nly  hoft3> 

[6-0  may  the  mem' ry  of  thy  name 
Itifpire  our  armies  for  the  Eght  1 
Oar  foes  fhall  fall  and, die  with  fhame. 
Or  quit  the  field  with  fharaefal  flight, 

J  Now  fave  US;,  Lord,,from  fiavifh  fear^,. 
Now  let' our  hopes  be  firm,  and  Itrong,  . 
Then  let  falvationfoon  appear, ^ 
And  joy.  and, triumph. raiie  the-fong, 

PSALM.    XXI.     Common  Metre* 

America  the  care  of  hea'ven, 

J  f\^ ^  States,  O  Lord^-withfongsof  praiff 
VJ?     Shall  in  thy  flrength  rejoice  ; 

And  blefl  with  thy  falvation  raife 
To  heaven  their  chearful  voice. 

2  Thy  fure  defence  through  nations- roimd' 
Has  fpread  thy  glor'ous  name  ; 

And  our  fuccefafdl  adions,  crown 'd 
Thy  maje ily  with  fame. 

3  Then  let.  our  S  tatcs  on  Go  d  al©ne 
For  timely  aid  rely  1 

His  mercy  which  adorn*  his  throne. 
Shall  all  our  wants  fupply. 

4  Bat  righteous  Lord,  thy  ftiibborn  foei> 
Shall  feel  thy  dreadful  hand  ; 

Thy  vengeful  arm  (hall  find  oat  thof© 
Who  hate  thy  mild  command. 

5  When  thou  againft  them  dcfl  engage 
Thy  jail,,  but  dreadful,  doom 

Shall 


:44    PSALM    XXI.  XXIT. 

Shall,  like  a  fiVy  oven's  rage. 
Their  hopes,  and  them  confume. 

6  Thus,  Lord,  thy  wond'roi3s  pow'r  declare. 

And  thus  exalt  thy  fame  ;. 
Vv^'hilft  we  glad  fongs  of  praife  prepare 

Por  thine,  almighty  name. 

PSALM     XXI.       Long  Metre. 

Chriji  exalted  to   the  kingdom, 

1  TPV  AV  ID  rejoic'd  in  God  his  ftrenth, 
\^J  Rais'd  to  the  throne  by  fpecial  grace;, 

But  Chrift  the  Son  appears  at  length. 
Fulfils  the  triumph  and  the  praife. 

2  How  great  is  the  Meffiah's  joy 
In  the  falvation  of  thy  hand  ! 

Lord;  thou  haft  rais'd  his  kingdom  highv 
And  giv'n  the  world  to  his  command. 

3  Thy  goodnefs  grants  what  e'er  hs  wil!> 
Nor  doth  the-  leaft  requeft  withhold^ 
Bleflings  of  love  prevent  him  ftill. 

And  crowns  of  glory,  not  of  gold. 

4  Honor  and  majefty  divine 
Around  his  facred  temples  (hine  ; 
Bleft  with  the  favour  of  thy  face. 
And  length  of  everlaftlng  days. 

5  Thine  handihall  find  out  all  his  foes  %  ■ 
And  as  a  fi'ry  oven  glows 

With  raging  heat  and  living  coals. 
So  fhall  thy  wrath  devour  their  fouls. 

P    S  ■  A   L   M      XXII.       Firji  Part. 
The  fufferings  ay d  death  ofChrtJi. 
,  XT  7  H  Y  has  my  God  my  foul  forfook, 

VV       Nor  will  a  fmile  afford  ? 
(Thus  Da"j'td  once  in  anguilh  fpoke. 
And  thus  our  dying  Lord.} 


2 


Though 


to 


F  S  A  L.  M    XXIT,         4-S:\ 

%  Though.  *tis  thy  chief  delight  to  dwell 

Air.ong  thy  praifmg  faints,. 
Yet  riiou  canffhear  a  groan  as- well » 

And  pity  oar  complaints. 

3  Gur  fathers  trnfled  in  diy  namej 
And  great  deii\' 'ranee  founds 

But  I'm  a  worm  defpi^'d  of  men.. 
And  trroddea- ta  the  ground. 

4  Shakmg  tfee  head  they  pafs  me  by:^. 
And  laagh  my  foul  to  fcorn.  ; 

In  <vain  he.  trufis  in  God,  they  cry, 
Neghded  and  forlorn, 

5  But  thou  art  he  wko  form'd  my  flefll*. 
By  thine  almighty,  word  : 

And  fliice;  I  hung  upon  the  breaft 
My  hope  is  in  the  Lord. 

6  Why  will  my  Father  hide  his  face 
When  foes  Itand  threat' nihg  round;,-. 

In  the  dark  hour  of  deep  diftrefs. 
And  not  an  helper  found  ? 

Pause. 

7  Behoki'  thy  darling  left  among 
The  cruel  and  the  proud  ! 

As  bulls  oi  Bajhan,  fierce  and  ftronga. 
As  lions  roarinir  loud.. 


■to 


8  From;  earth  and  hell  my  forrows  meet^. 
To  multiply  tlie  fmart  ;. 

They  nail  my  hands,  they  pierce  my  h^ty. 
And  try  to  v€x  my  heart. 

9  Yet,  if  thy  fov'rejgn  hand  let  Icufe 
The  rage  of  earth  and  hell. 

Why  will  my  lieav'nly.  Father  Hruifs. 
The  Son  he  loves  fo  well  ? 

10  My  God,  if  p.ollible  it  be>. 
Withhold  this  bitter  cup  j. 


But 


46         PSA  L  M     XXIL 

But  I  refign  my  will  to  thee. 
And  drink  the  forrows  up. 

11  My  hear*t  di{roIves  with  pangs  unknown^ 
In  groans  I  wafte  my  breath  : 

Thy  heavy  hand  hath  brought  me  down- 
Low  as  the  duft  of  dcach. 

12  Father,  I  give  i^y  fpirit  up,. 
And  trufl  it  in  thy  hand  : 

My  dying  ilefh  (hall  reft  in  hope. 
And  rife  at  thy  command. 

PSALM     XXIL     Second  Pari. 
^Chrifi'* s  fufferings  and  kingdom. 

*  A/"^  ^/row  the  roaring  lion's  rage, 

'     -*-  '^       "  O  Lord,  protea  thy  fan  I 

*'  Nor  leave  thy  darling  to  engage 
* '  The  po-jo'rs  of  hell  alone  J' 

2  Thus  did' the  fufF'ring  Saviour  pray 
With  mighty  cries  and  tears  : 

God  heard  him  in  that  dreadful  day. 
And  chas'd  away  his  fears. 

3  Great  was  the  vi6l*ry  of  his  death. 
His  throne  exalted  high  ; 

And  all  the' kindreds  of  the  earth 
Shall  worihip,  or  fhali  die. 

4  A  nuni'rous  offspring  rauft  arife 
From  his  expiring  groans  ; 

They  (hall  be  reckon'd  in  his  eyes 
For  daughters  and  for  fons. 

5  The  meek  and' humble  fouls  (hall  fee" 
His  table  richly  fpread  ; 

And  all  whofeek  the  Lord  (hall  be 
With  joys  immortal  fed. 

6  The  ifles  (hall  know  the  right'oufnefs 
Of  oar  incarnate  Go  D, 

•  And! 


PSALM    XII.  XIII.     47 

And  nations  yet  unborn  profefs. 
Salvation  in  his.  blood. 

PSALM     XXII.     Long    Metre. 

Chriji'' s  fuffsrings  and  exaltation. 

2  T^T  (i>  W  let  our  mournful  fongs  record 
X^    The  dying  fqrrows  of  our   Lord, 

When  he  complain'd  in  tears  and  blood. 
As  one  forfaken  of  his  God. 
z  The  y^w;  behold  him  thus  forlorn. 
And  ihake  the  head,   and  laugh  in  fcorn  5 
«'  He  refci'd  others  from  the  grave, 
*^  Now  let  hirntry  himfelf  to  fave. 

3  ''  This  15  the  man  did  once  pretend 

''^  God  was  his  Father  and  his  Friend;  ' 

"  If  God  the  bleffedlov'd  him  fo, 

^^  Why  doth  lie  fail  to  help  him  now  ?" 

4  Barbarous  people  1  cruel  priefls  ! 
How  they  ftand  round  like  lavage  bcafls  % 
Like  lions  gapping  to  devour. 

When  God  h'asleft  him  in  their  pow'r. 

5  They  wound  his  head,  his  hands,  his  feetj 
'Till  fireams  of  blood  each  other  meet  ; 

By  lot  his  garments  they  divide. 
And  mock  the  paugs  in  which  he  dy'do 

6  But  God  his  Father  heard  hi^  cry  ; 
Rais'dfrom  the  dead  he  reigns  on  high; 
The  nations  learn  his  right'oufnefs. 
And  humble  finners  tafte  his  grace. 

PSALM    XXIII.     Long  Metre. 

God  our  Jhephcrd, 

I   l^/r  Y    fhepherdis  the  living  Lord  5 

xVA  Now  Ihall  my  wants  be  well  fuppIyM, 
His  providecce  and  holy  word 
Become  my  fafety  and  my  guide,      .  . 

2  In 


48        P  S  A  L  M    XXIIL 

ci  In  paHures  where  falvation  grows, 
.He  makes  me  feed,  he  makes  raereft  ; 
There  living  water  gently  flows. 
And  all  the  food  divinely  bleil. 

3  My  wand'ring  feet  his  ways  mlilake  ; 
.But  he  reftores  iiiry  foul  to  peace. 

And  leads  me  ibr  his  mercy *s  fake. 
In  the  fair  path  of  right'oufnefs. 

4  Thoagh  I  walk  through  the  gloomy  vale. 
Where  death  and  all  its  terrors  are. 

My  heart  and  hope  fhall  never  fail, 
■For  God  my  Shepherd's  with  me  there. 

5  Amidft  the  darknefs  and  the  deeps. 
Thou  art  my  comfort,  thou  my  ftay  ; 
Thy  ftaff  lupports  my  feeble  Heps, 
Thy  rod  diredts  my  doubtful  way. 

6  The  fens  of  earth,  and  fons  of  hell, 
Ga7.c  at  thy  goodnefs,  and  repine 

To  fee  my  table  fpread  fo  well 
With  living  bread  and  chearful  wloe* 
[7  How  I  rejoice  when  on  my  head 
Thy  fpirit  condefcends  to  refft  ! 
'Tis  a  divine  anointing  fhed 
Like  oil  di  gladnels  at  a  feaH. 

'■8  Surely  the  mercies  of  the  Lord 
Attend  his  houlhold  all  their  days  ; 
There  will  I  dwell  to  hear  his  word. 
To  feek  his  face,  and  fmg  his  -praife.] 

PSALM     XXIII.       Common  Metre. 

1  1%  yr  Y  SSepherd  will  fupply  my  need, 
J[\j^     Jehovah  is  his  name  ; 

In  paftures  frefii  he  makes  me  feed, 
Befide  the  living  ftreani. 

2  He  brings  my  wand'ring  fpirh  back. 
When  i  forfake  his  ways.. 

And 


P  .S  A  L  M     XXIII.        49 

And  leads  me,  for  his  mercy's  fake. 
In  paths  of  truth  and  grace. 

3  When  I  walk  thro*  the  fhades  of  death* 
Thy  prefence  is  my  ftay  ; 

A  word  of  thy  fupporting  breath 
Drives  all  my  fears  away. 

4  Thy  hand,  in  fpite  of  all  my  foes> 

Doth  Hill  my  table  fpread  ; 

My  cup  with  blelTings  overflows. 

Thine  oil  anoints  my  head. 

5  The  fure  provifions  of  my  God, 
Attend  me  all  my  days  ; 

0  may  thy  houfe  be  mine  abode. 
And  all  my  work  be  praife  ! 

6  There  would  I  find  a  fettled  refl* 
(While  others  go  and  come) 

No  more  a  ftranger  or  a  gueft. 
But  like  a  child  at  home. 

PSALM    XXIII.       Short  Metre, 

1  '  j"^  H  E  Lord  my  fhepherd  h, 

J[       I  fliall  be  well  fupply'd  - 
Since  he  is  mine,  and  I  am  his. 
What  can  I  want  befide  ? 

2  He  leads  me  to  the  place 
Where  heav'nly  pafture  grows^ 

Where  living  waters  gently  pafs. 
And  fall  falvation  flows, 

3  If  e'er  I  go  aflray. 

He  doth  my  foul  reclaim. 
And  guides  me  in  his  own  right  way. 
For  his  moil  holy  name. 

4  While  lie  affords  his  aid, 
I  cannot  yield  to  fear  ; 

Tho'  I  ihoald  walk  thro*  death's  ^ark  fliadff^ 
My  Shepherd's  with  me  there. 

E  5  la 


so        PSALM    XXIV. 

5  In  fpite  of  all  my  foes 
Thou  doll  my  table  fpread  ; 

My  cup  witli  bleffings  overilows, 
A'ld  joy  exalts  my  head. 

6  The  bounties  of  thy  love 

Shall  crown  my  foll'wing  days  ; 
Nor  from  thy  houfe  will  I  remove. 
Nor  ceafe  to  fpeak  thy  praife. 

P  S  A  L  M     XXIV.       Common  Metre. 

1  'T"^  H  E  earth  for  ever  is  the  Lord's 

^       With  Adam^^  narn'rous  race  ; 
He  rais'd  its  arches  o'er  the  floods. 
And  built  it  on  the  feas. 

2  But  who  among  the  Tons  of  men 
May  vifit  thine  abode  ? 

He  who  has  hands  from  mifchief  clean, 
Whofe  heart  is  right  with  God. 

3  This  is  the  man  may  rife  and  take 
The  bleiTmgs  of  bis  grace  : 

This  is  the  lot  of  rhofe  who  feek 
The  God  o^  Jacob's  face. 

4  Now  let  your  foul's  immortal  powers. 
To  meet  the  Lord  prepare. 

Lift  up  their  everlailing  doors. 
The  King  of  glory's  near. 

5  The  King  of  glory  !  who  can  tell 
The  wonders  of  his  might  ? 

He  rules  the  nations  ;  but  to  dwell 
With  faints  is  bis  delight. 

PSALM     XXIV.     Long  Metre. 
Snints  d^.veJl  in  heanjen  ;  or,  Chrift'j  afcenfim. 
I   A-r^MI  S,  fpacious  earth  is  all  the  Lord's, 
I    And  men  and  worms,  and  beads  and  birds; 
■*  He 


PSALM    XXV.         51 

He  rais'd  the  building  on  the  feas. 
And  gave  it  for  their  dwelling  pJace. 

2  But  there's  a  brighter  place  on  high. 
Thy  palace,  Lord,  above  the  iky  : 
Who  ihall  afcend  that  bleil  abode. 
And  dwell  fo  near  his  maker  God  l 

3  He  who  abhors  and  fears  to  fin, 

V/hoie  hesrt  is  purr,  vvhofe  hands  are  clear>^ 
Him  ilaail  the  Lord  the  Saviour  blefs. 
And  clothe  his  foul  with  right'oufaefs. 

4  Thefe  are  the  men,  the  pious  race. 
Who  feek  the  God  o^  Jacob's  face  ;• 
Thefe  (hall  enjoy  the  blifsful  fight. 
And  dwell  ia  everlalling  light. 

Pause. 

5  Rejoice,  ye  fhining  worlds  ©n  liigli'> 
Behold,  the  King  of  glory's  nigh  ! 
"Who  can  this  King  of  glory  be  ? 
The  miglity  Lord,  the  Saviour's  he, 

5  Ye  heav'nly  gates,  your  leaves  difplay 
To  make  the  Lord  the  Saviour  way  : 
Laden  with  fpoils  of  earth  and  htll 
The  conqu'ror  comes  with  God  to  awel!* 

7  Rais'd  from  the  dead  he  goes  before  5 
He  opens  heav'n's  eternal  door. 
To  give  his  faints  a  bleft  abode. 
Near  their  Redeemer  and  their  God. 

PSALM    XXV.      Firjl  Bart. 

Waiting  for  pardon  -and  dirs^ion^ 

I   T  Lift  my  foul  to  God, 

X     My  truft  is  in  his  name  ; 
Let  not  my  foes  who  feek  my  blood, 

•Still  triumph  in  my  Ihame. 

E  2  2  Sin 


j2         PSALM    XXV, 

2  Sin  and  the  povv'rs  of  hell 
Perfuade  me  to  defpair  ; 

Lord  make  me  know  thy  covenant  well. 
That  I  may  'fcape  the  fuare. 

3  From  the  firfl  dawning  light, 
'Till  the  dark  ev'ning  rife^ 

JFor  thy  falvation.  Lord,  I  wait 
Withev^er  longing  eyes. 

4  Remember  all  thy  grace. 
And  lead  me  in  thy  truth  ; 

Forgive  the  fms  of  riper  days,,. 
And  follies  of  my  youth. 

5  The  Lord  is  juft  and  kind^. 
The  meek  Ihall  learn  his  ways>. 

And  ev*ry  humble  fmner  find 
The  methods  of  his  gi^ace-. 

6  For  his  own  goodnefs  fake. 
He  faves  my  foul  from  fhame. 

He  pardons  (though  my  guilt  be  great) 
Thro'  my  Redeemer's  name. 

PSALM     XXV.      Second  Part. 

Di-vine  inJiruSlion,, 

I  TT  THERE  fhall  fhe  man  be  found 
VV       Who  fears  t'  oifend  his  God^ 
Who  loves  the  gofpel's  joyful  found. 
And  trembles  at  the  rod  ? 

:2  The  Lord  fhall  make  him  know 

The  fecrets  of  his  heart. 
The  wonders  of  his  cov'nant  fhow. 

And  all  his  love  impart.  ^ 

3  The  dealings  of  his  hand 

Are  truth  and  mercy  ftill. 
With  fuch  as  to  hi^  cov'nant  ftandj 

And  love  ;o  do  his  will. 

4.  T1iei:i 


PSALM    XXV,         5-j 

4  Their  fouls  Ihall  dwell  at  esfe 

Before  their  Maker's  face  : 
Their  feeds  fhall  taile  the  promifes 

In  their  exteniive  grace. 

PSALM     XXV.     Third  Fan, 
Difirsfs  ef  foul  %  or,  hackjlid'ng  and  defer Uo7Z', 
1   'l^  /T  I  N  E  eyes  and  my  deiire 
iVi     A^e  ever  to  the  Lord  ; 

1  love  to  plead  his  promifes, 

hvt^  reft  upon  bi»  word. 

2  Turnj  tarn  thee  to  m^y  fody 
Bring  thy  fahation  near. 

When  will  thy  hand  releafe  my  {t^ 
Out  of  the  deadly  fnare  ? 

3  When  ihall  the  fov' reign  grace 
Of  my  forgiving  God, 

Rertore  me  from  thofe  dang'ioiis  vvay^ 
My  wand^'ring  feet  have  trod  I 

4  The  tumdt  of  my- thoughts 
Doth  but  enlarge  my  woe  ; 

My  fpirit  lai^guifhes,  my  heart- 
Is  defolate  and  !ov/. 

5  V/ith  zv''rj  morning  light 
My  forrovv  new  begins  ; 

Look  on  my  anguilh  and  ray  paiir^- 
And  pardon  all  m-y  fins. 

Pa   us   e.\ 

6  Behold  the  hoffs  of  hell. 
How  cruel  is  their  hate  I 

Againft  my  life  they  rife,  and  join 
Their  fury  with  deceit. 

7  O  keep  my  foul  from  death. 
Nor  put  my  hope  to  flrame  % 

For  I  have  plac'd  my  only  trail 
In  m'j  Redeemer's  name. 

E  3-  S  yy  u]5 


54    PSALM    XXVI.  XXVIL 

8  With  humble  faith  I  wait 

To  fee  thy  face  again  ; 
OUjVel  it  fhall  ne'er  be  faid. 

He  fought  the  Lord  in  vain. 

p  s  A  L  M   xxvr. 

^^elf  examination  ;  or,  e^vidences  of  grace. 

1  T  U  D  G  E  me,  O  Lord,  and  prove  my  way?^ 
J      And  try  my  reins,  and  try  my  heart  y 

My  faith  upon  thy  promife  ftays. 
Nor  from  thy  law  my  feet  depart. 

2  I  hate  to  walk,  I  hate  to  fit 
With  men  of  vanity  and  lies  ^ 

The  fcoifer  and  the  hypocrite. 
Are  tiie  abhorrence  of  mine  eyes. 

3  Among  ft  thy  faints  will  I  appear. 
With  hands  well  walh'd  in  innocences 

But  when  I  ftand  before  thy  bar. 
The  blood  of  Chrift  is  my  defence. 

4  I  love  thy  habitation,  Lord, 

The  temple  v/here.  thine  honors  dwell;  5;; 
There  Ihall  I  hear  thy  holy  word, 
And  there  thy  vvarks  of  wonder  tell. 

5  Let  not  my  foul  be  join'd  aflaft 
With  men  of  treachery  and  blood. 

Since  I  my  days  on  earth  have  paft 
Among  the  faints,  and  near  my  God, 

P  S   A  L  M     XXVIL        FlrJ}  ParH 

The  Church   is  our  delight  and  fafety^ 

1  A-T-NHE  Lord:of  g-iory  is  my  light, 

j^        And  my  falvation  too  ; 
God  is  my  flrength  ;  nor  will  I  fear 
What  all  my  foes  can  do. 

2  One  privilege  my  fieaxt  defires  j 
O  gram  me  aU  abode 

Amon.'T 


PSALM     XXVn.        55 

Among  the  ch«rches  of  thy  faints^ 
The  temples  of  my  Go  d  ^ 

3  There  ihall  I  offer  my  requefVs> 
And  fee  thy  beauty  Itili  > 

Shall  hear  thy  mefiages  of  love^ 
And  there  enquire  thy  will. 

4  When  troubles  rife,  and  florms  appear^ 
There  may  his  children  hide  : 

God  has  a  ftrong  pavil'on,  where 
He  makes  my  foul  abide. 

5  Now  {hall  my  head  be  lifted  high 
Above  my  foes  around  j 

And  fongs  of  joy  and  vi<^ry 
Within  thy  temple  found. 

PSALM     XXVII.       Second  Pan. 

Prayer  and  hope, 

1   Q  O ON  as  I  beard  ray  Father  fayj 

\^     Ye  children y  feek  my  grace ^ 
My  heart  reply'd,  without  delay, 

ni feek  my  Father'' s  face, 

z  Let  not  thy  face  be  hid  from-  me^^  ^ 

Nor  frown  my  foul  aWay  : 
God  of  my  life,  I  fly  to  thee^ 

In  a  diftreffiing  day. 

5  Should  friends  and  kindred  near  and  deii^ 

Leave  me  to  want  or  die. 
My  God  wetildm^ake  my  life  his  care^ 

And  all  my  need  fupply. 

4  My  fainting  flefh  had  dy'd  with  griefs 
Had  not  my  foul  believ'd 

To  fee  thy  grace  provide  relief. 
Nor  was  my  hope  deceiv'd. 

5  Wait  on  the  Lord,  ye  trembling  faints> 
And  keep  yo^r  courage  up  , 

He'll 


SS      PSALM  XXIX.  XXX. 

He'll  raife  your  fpirit  when  it  faints. 
And  far  exceed  your  hope. 

PSALM       XXIX. 

Storm  and  thunder, 

3   f^^  I V  E  to  the  Lord,  ye  fons  of  fame, 

\JJ     Give  to  the  Lord  renown  and  pow'2  % 
Afcribe  due  honors  to  his  name. 
And  his  eternal  might  adore. 

z  The  Lord  proclaims  his  powV  aloudt' 
Over  the  ocean  and  the  land  ; 
Kis  voice  divides  the  vvat'ry  clbud^. 
And  lightnings  blaze  at  ius  command. 

3  He  fpeaks,  and  tempell,  hail  and  wind;. 
Lay  the  wide  foreft  bare  around  ; 

The  fearful  hart  and  frighted  hind. 
Leap  at  the  terror  of  the  found. 

4  To  Lebanon  he  turns  his  voice, 
Andlo  1  the  ftately  cedars  break  !" 
The  mountains  tremble  at  the  noife'. 
The  valies  roar,  the  defarta  quake. 

5  The  Lord  fits  fov'reign  on  the  floods 
The  thund'rer  rtigns  for  ever  King  •, 
But  makes  his  church  his  befi  abode, 
^^-Ticre  we  his  awful  glories  fing. 

6  In  gentler  language  there  the  Lord? 
Thecounfels  of  his  grace  imparts  ;. 
Amidft  the  raging  ftorm,  his  word 
Speala  peace  and  courage  to  our  hearts^ 

PSA  L  M    XXX.  Firji-  Part. 

Slcknefs  healed^  andfcrro-xv  reKtc-ved,. 

I   Y  "Will  extol  thee.  Lord,  on  high, 

J[  At  thy  command  difeafes  fly  -^ 
Who  but  a  God  can  fpeak  and  I'ave 
From  the  dark  borders*  of  the  grave  ? 

.     2  Sinn: 


PSALM     XXX.         57 

2  Sing  to  the  Lord,  ye  faints  of  his> 
And  tell  how  large  his  goodnefs  is  ; 
Let  all  your  po»v'rs  rejoice  ^and  blefs. 
While  you  record  his  holinefs. 

3  His  angler  but  a  moment  l!ays  ; 
His  love  is  life  and  length  of  days  : 

Tho'  grief  and  tears  the  night  employ -^ 
The  morning- ft ar  reftores  the  joy. 

PSALM     XXX.       Second  Part. 

Health,  Jicknefs,  and  recovery, 

1  TT^IRM  was  my  health,  my  day  was  bright 
X/     And  I  prefum'd  'twould  ne'er  be  night  i 

Fondly  I  faid  within  my  heart, 

*'  Pleafure  and  peace  Jhall  ne'er  depart,^* 

2  But  I  forgot  thine  arm  was  ftrong. 
Which  made  my  mountain  ftand  fo  long  , 
Soon  as  thy  face  began  to  hide. 

My  health  was  gone,  my  comforts  dy'd.. 

3  I  cry'd  aloud  to  thee,  my  God  f 

**  What  can'll  thou  profit  by  my  bbod  ? 

"'  Deep  in  the  dull  can  I  declare 

'*  Thy  truth,  or  fmg  thy  goodnefs  there  ? 

4  *'  Hear  me,  O  God  of  grace  !  I  faid, 
**  And  bring  me  from  among  the  dead  :^' 
Thy  word  rebuk'd  the  pains  I  felt. 

Thy  pard'ning  love  remov'd  my  guilt. 

5  My  groans,  and  tears,  and  forms  of  woe. 
Are  turn'd  to  joy  and  praifes  now  j 

I  throw  my  fackcloth  on  the  ground. 
And  eafe  and  gladnefs  gird  me  roundo 

6  My  tongue,  the  glory  Gf*my  frame. 
Shall  ne'er  be  filent  of  thy  name  ; 

Thy  praife  iKall  found  thro'  earth  and  heav*n> 
For  lickaefs  heal'd  and  lins  forgiv'n. 

PSALM 


^d         PSALM    XXXI. 

P  S  A  L  M    XXXI.    i^/r/?  Par:, 
Deli'Verarice  fro:n    death. 

1  TNTO  thine  hand,  O  God  of  truth, 
_£     Mylpiritl  commit; 

Thou  halt  redeem'd  my  foul  from  death. 
And  fav'd  me  from  the  pic. 

2  The  pafiions  of  my  hope  and  fear 
Maintaiii'd  a  double  ftrife. 

While  forrovv,  pain,  and  fin  confpir'd 
To  take  away  my  life. 

3  M-;  times  are  in  thine  handy  I  cry'd> 
Tho^  I  dra-uj  near  the  dufi  : 

Thou  art  the  refuge  where  I  hide. 
The  God  in  whom  I  truft. 

4  O  make  thy  reconciled  face 
Upon  thy  ferrantfhine. 

And  fa'/e  me  for  thy  mercy's  fake, 
For  I'm  entirely  thine. 

Pause. 

[5  'Tvvas  In  my  hafte  my  fpirit  fald, 

/  muji  defpair  and  did 
1  am  cut  ojf  before  thine  eyes  ; 

Bat  thou  haft  heard  my  <:ry.] 

6  Thy  goodnefs,  how  divinely  free  ? 
How  wond'rnus  is  thy  grace. 

To  thofe  who  fear  thy  Majefly, 
And  truft  thy  promifes  ! 

7  O  love  the  Lord,  all  ye  his  faints. 
And  fing  his  praifes  loud  ; 

He'll  lend  his  ear  to  your  complaints. 
And  recomp§nce  the  proud. 

PSALM     XXXL       Second  Part. 
Dcli'verance  from  Jlander  and  reproach, 
I   T^/T  Y  heart  rejoices  in  thy  name, 
J.VJL     My  God,  my  help,  my  truil ; 

Thou 


PSALM    XXXII.        59 

Thou  had  preferv'd  my  face  from  ihame. 
Mine  honor  from  the  dull. 

2  '*  My  life  is  fpent  with  grief,  1  cry'd, 
**  My  years  confum'd  in  gfoans, 

<*  My  ilrength  decays,  mine  eyes  are  dry'd^ 
*'  And  forrow  waftes  my  bones." 

3  Among  mine  enemies,  my  n.ame 
Was  a  mere  proverb  grown. 

While  to  my  neighbours  I  became 
Forgotten  and  unknown. 

4  Slander  and  fear  on  sv'ry  fide 
Seiz'd  and  befet  me  round  : 

I  to  the  thrcne  of  grace  apply'd. 
And  fpeedy  refcue  found. 

Pause. 

5  How  great  deli v 'ranee  thou  hall  wrought 
Before  the  Tons  of  men  ! 

The  lying  lips  to  filence  brought. 
And  made  their  boailing  vain  ! 

6  Thy  chUdren  from  the  flrife  of  tongues. 
Shall  thy  pavil'on  hide. 

Guard  them  from  infamy  and  wrongs. 
And  crufh  the  fons  ef  pride, 

7  Within  thy  fecret  prefence.  Lord, 
Let  m.e  for  ever  dwell  ; 

No  fenced  city,  wall'd  and  barr'd, 
•Secures  a  faint  fo  well. 

PSALM     XXXIL      Short  Metrei 
Forgi<venejs  of  Jift  upon  confejpon-. 
BlefTed  fouls  are  they 
Whofe  iins  are  cover'd  o'er  I 
Divinely  bleft,  to  whom  the  Lord 
Imputes  their  guilt  no  more. 

Z  They  mourn  their  follies  pail:. 
And  keep  their  hearts  with  care  ; 

Toeit* 


€a       PSALM    XXXII. 

Their  lips  and  lives  without  deceit 
Shall  prove  their  faith  lincere. 

3  While  I  conceal'd  my  guilt, 
I  felt  the  feiVnng  wound, 

^Till  I  confell  my  fins  to  thee. 
And  ready  pardon  found. 

4  Let  finners  learn  to  pray. 

Let  faints  keep  near  the  throne  ; 
Our  help  in  times  of  deep  iiftrefs 
Js  found  in  God  alone. 

PSALM     XXXIL      Common  Metre. 

Free  pardon  andjincere  obedience  ,  or,  confejfion  and 

forgi-uen.fs. 


'H 


No  more  imputes  his  lin. 
But  waHi'd  in  the  Redeemer's  blood. 
Hath  made  his  garments  cleaa  ! 

2  Happv,  beyond  exprelTion,  he 
Whole  debts  are  t.ius  difcharg' J  ! 

And  from  the  guilty  bondage  free. 
He  feeic  his  foul  enlarg'd. 

3  His  fpirit  hates  deceit  and  lies. 
His  words  are  all  fincert  ; 

He  guards  his  heart,  he  guards  his  eyes 
To  keep  his  confcience  clear. 

4  While  I  my  inward  guilt  fuppreft 
No  quiet  could  I  find  ; 

Thy  wrath  lay  burning  in  my  breaft. 
And  rack'd  my  torturM  mind. 

5  Then  I  confefs'd  my  troubled  thoughts. 
My  fecret  fins  reveal'd  ; 

Thy  pard'ning  grace  forgave  my  faults. 
Thy  love  my  pardon  feal'd. 

6  This  fhall  invite  thy  faints  to  pray  ; 
V/hile,  like  a  raging  flood. 

Temptations  rife,  ourlftrength  and  flay 

I*  a  forgiving  God,  PSALM 


P  S  A  T.  M     XXXIL        6 1 

PSALM     XXXIL       Firji  Part. 

^Repentance  and  free  pardcn  ;   or,  jujkijication   an>^ 

fan  ci  if.  cat  ion. 

i   TTJ  LEST  is  the  man,  for  ever  blei't, 

J3  Whofe  guilt  is  pardon'd  by  his  God^ 
"Vv'hofe  fins  with  forrow  are  confefs'd, 
And  CGver'd  with  kis  Saviour's  biocd. 

n  Bleft  is  the  man  to  whom  the  Lor2 
Imputes  not  his  iniquities. 
He  pleads  no  merit  of  reward. 
And  not  on  works,  but  grace  relies. 

3  From  guile  his  heait  and  lips  are  free; 
His  humble  joy,  his  holy  fear, 

With  deep  repentance  well  agree. 
And  join  to  prove  his  faith  fincere. 

4  How  glor'oas  is  that  right'oufnefs 
Which  hides  and  cancels  all  his  fms  ! 
While  a  bright  evidence  of  grace 
Through  his  whole  life  appears  and  frsines. 

PSALM     XXXIL        Second  Part, 

A  guilty   confcience  eafed  by   confejjion  and  pardon, 

1  TTTHILEI  keep  filence  and  conceal 

y  y     My  heavy  guilt  within  my  heart. 
What  torments  doth  my  confcience  feel  I 
What  agonies  of  inward  fmart  ! 

2  I  fpread  my  fins  before  the  Lord, 
And  all  ray  fecret  faults  confefs  ; 
Thy  g©fpel  fpeaks  a  pard'ning  word. 
Thy  Holy  Spirit  feals  the  grace. 

3  For  this  (hall  ev'ry  humble  foul. 
Make  fwift  addreffes  to  thy  feat  ; 
W^hen  floods  of  hage  temptations  roll. 
There  {hall  they  find  a  bleft  retreat. 

4  How  fafe  beneath  thy  wings  I  lie. 
When  days  grow  dark  and  llorms  appear  \ 

F  And 


62       PSALM    XXXIII. 

And  when  I  walk  thy  watchful  eye 
Shall  guide  me  fafe  from  ev'ry  fnare. 

P  S  \4  L  M     XXXIII.     Firji  Part. 
Works  of  creation  and  providence. 

1  TJ   E  J  O I  C  E,  ye  righteous,  in  the  Lord, 
Jf\_     This  work  belongs  to  you  : 

Sing  of  his  name,  his  ways,  his  word. 
How  holy,  juft  aad  true  ! 

2  His  mercy  and  his  right'oufnefs 
Let  heav'n  and  earth  proclaim  ; 

His  works  of  nature  a-nd  of  grace 
Reveal  his  wond'rous  name. 

3  His  wifdom  and  almighty  word 
The  heav'nly  arches  fpread  ; 

And  by  the  fpirit  of  the  Lord 
Their  (hining  hods  were  made. 

4  He  bade  the  li(juid  waters  flow- 
To  their  appointed  deep  : 

The  flowing  feas  their  limits  know. 
And  their  own  ftation  keep. 

5  Ye  tenants  of  the  fpacious  eartli. 
With  fear  before  him  ftand  : 

He  fpake,  and  nature  took  its  birthj 
And  refls  on  his  command. 

6  He  fcorns  the  angry  nations  rage. 
And  breaks  their  vain  defigns  ; 

His  counfel  flands  thro'  evVy  age. 
And  in  full  glory  fliines. 

PSALM     XXXIII.        Second  Part, 

Creatures  fain,  and  God  all-fuficient . 

I   TJ  L  E  S  T  is  the  nation  where  the  Lord 
Xi     Hath  fix'd  his  glorious  throne  ; 

Where  he  reveals  his  heav'nly  word^ 
And  calls  their  tribes  his  own» 

2  I  lis 


PSALM    XXXIII.       ez 

^  His  eye,  with  innRice  furvey. 

Does  the  whole  world  behold  ; 
He  form'd  us  all  of  equal  clay, 

And  knows  our  feeble  mould. 

3  Kings  are  not  refca'd  by  the  force 
Of  armies  from  the  grave  ; 

Nor  fpeed  nor  courage  of  an  horfe 
Can  the  bold  rider  fave. 

4  Vain  is  the  Ilrength  of  beall  or  merij 
To  hope  for  fafety  thence  i  ^ 

But  holy  fouls  from  God  obtain 
A  llrong  and  fure  defence. 

5  God  is  their. fear,  and  God  their  truftj 
When  plagues  or  famine  fpread  ; 

His  watchful  eye  fecures  the  juit. 
Among  ten  thoufand  dead. 

6  Lord,  let  our  hearts  in  thee  rejoice. 
And  blefs  us  from  thy  throne  ; 

For  we  have  made  thy  word  our  choice, 
Afld  truft  thy  grace  alone. 

PSALM    xxxrn. 

As  the  113th  Pfalm.     FirJI  Pert, 
Works  of  creation  and  pro^viJence. 

1  XT'E  holy  fouls,  in  God  rejoice, 

j[     Your  Maker's  praife  becomes  your  vgIc?r 
Great  is  your  theme,  your  fongs  be  new  ; 

Sing  of  his  name,  his  word,  his  ways. 

His  works  of  nature  and  of  grace. 
How  wife  and  holy,  juft  and  true  ! 

2  Juftice  and  truth  he  ever  loves, 

And  the  whole  earth  his  goodnefs  proves. 
His  word  the  heav'nly  arches  fpread  ; 

How  Vv'ide  they  fhine  from  north  to  fouth  I 

And  by  the  fpirit  of  his  mouth 
Were  all  the  ftarry  armies  made. 

F  2  I  He 


64       PSALM    XXXIIL 

3  He  gathers  the  wide  flGwing  feas, 
Thofe  wat'ry  treafures  know  their  place 

Jn  the  vail:  rtore-houfe  of  the*  deep  : 
He  fpake,  and  gave  all  nature  bir'ch, 
And  fires,  and  feas,  and  heav'n  and  earth>. 

His  everlaiHng  ofders  keep. 

4  Let  mortals  tremhle  and  adore 
A  God  offuch  refilHefs  pow'r. 

Nor  dare  indtilge  their  feeble  rage  r 
Vain  are  your  tho'ts,  and  weak  your  liaiids. 
But  his  eteraa!  counfel  ftands. 

And  rules  the  world  from  age  to  age. 

PSALM     X.XXIIL        Sec^?t^  Paru. 
Creatures  ^ain,   and  God  all- f undent, 

Happy  nation,  where  the  Lord 
Pveveals  the  treafure  of  his  word. 
And  builds  his  church,  his  earthly  throne  !' 
His  eye  the  heathen  world  furveya. 
He  form'd  iheir  hearts,  he  knows  their  ways,- 
Bat  God  their  IVlaker  is  unknown. 

■2  Let  kings  rely  upon  their  hoft. 
And  of  his  ftrength  the  champ'on  boaft  ; 

In  vain  they  boafl,  in  vain  rely  ; 
Jn  vai-n  we  trull  the  brutal  force. 
Or  fpced  or  courage  of  an  horfe. 

To  guard  his  rider  or  to  fty, 

3  The  eye  of  thy  compalTion,  Lord, 
Doth  mere  fecurs  defence  afford 

When  death,  or  dangers  threat'nir.g  fland-: 
Thy  watchful  eye  preferves  the  juii. 
Who  make  thy  name  their  fear  and  trud, 

Wjicn  wars  or  famine  wafle  the  la-nd. 

4  In  fictnefs  or  the  bloody  field. 
Thou  our  Phyfician,  thou  our  fliield, 

Siend  as  falvatiou  from,  thy  tlirotta :: 


PSALM    XXXIV,        6^ 

We  wait  to  fee  thy  goodnefs  fhine  ; 
Let  us  rejoice  in  help  divine> 
For  all  our  hope  is  God  alone. 

P   &   A  L   M      XXXIV.        Firji  Part. 
God^s  care  of  the  faints  ;  or,    deli'verance  hy  grayer  ^ 
S    T    ORD,  I  will  blefs  thee  all  my  days, 

I  ^  Thy  pr.aife  fhall  dwell  upon  my  tongue : 
My  Ibul  fhall  glory  in  thy  grace. 
While  faints  rejoice  to  hear  the  fong, 

2  Come,  magnify  the  Lord  with  me^ 
Come,  let  us  all  exalt  his  name  ; 

I  fought  th'  eternal  God,  and  he 
Has  not  expos'd  my  hope  to  {hamcr 

3  I  told  him  all  my  fecret  grief. 
My  fecret  groaning  reach'd  his  ears  5 
He  gave  m.y  inward  pains  relief, 
And  calm'd  th«  tumult  of  my  fears, 

4  To  him  the  poor  lift  up  their  eyes. 
Their  faces  feel  the  heav'nly  (hine  ; 
A  beam  of  mercy  from  the  feics 
Fills  them  with  light  and  joy  divine, 

5  His  holy  angels  pitch  their  tents 
Around  the  men  who  lerve  the  Lord  i 

0  fear  and  Jove  him,  all  ye  faints^ 
Tafte  of  his  grace,  and  trufthis  word  ! 

6  The  wild  young  lions,  pinch'd  with  pain 
And  hunger,  roar  through  all  the  wood  : 
But  none  ihal!  fcek  the  Lord  in  vain. 

Nor  want  fupr.  lies  of  real  good. 

P   S   A  L   M      XXXIV.        Second  Part, 
R-cIigious  educailoyi  ;  or,  inf}rw5lhns  cf  piety , 

1  iT^Hildren  in  years  and  knowledge  ycung^ 
\_^  Your  parents'  hope,  your  parents*  joy. 

Attend  the  counfels  of  my  tongue. 
Let  pious  thoughts  y^'^r  minds  emplov. 

F  ^  '  2  If 


C6       PSALM    XXXIT^ 

2  If  you  deure  a  length  of  days, 
An-d  peace  to  crown  your  raortral  ftate, 
Reft'rain  your  ffect  from  imp'ou-  ways,. 
Your  lips  from  Hander  and  deceir. 

3  The  eyes  of  God  regard  his  faints,. 
His  ears  are  open  to  their  cries  ; 

He  fets  his  frowning  face  againft 
The  fons  of  violence  and  lies. 

4  To  humble  foul .  and  broken  hearts, 
Gon  with  his  grace  is  ever  nigh  ; 
Pardon  and  hope  hi?  love  imparts. 
When  men  in  dtep  cor.tri'.ion  lie. 

He  tells  their  tears  he  counts  their  groins 
lis  Son  redeems  their  fouls-  from  death  ; 
lis  fpirit  heals  their  broken  bone?, 
i  ney  in  his  praife  ezn-ploy  their  bx-eath. 

PSALM    XXXIV.    Fir^  Part. 

Coitirjon  Metre. 

Prayrt  and  pra'tpfor  eminent  dilivrrancz. 

r    T*I>L  blefs  the  Lord  from  day  to  day  j 

J[     How  good  are  all  his  ways  1 
Ye  hu.mble  fouls  who  ufe  to  pray, 

Come,,  help  my  lips  to  praife. 
z  Sing  to  the  honor  of  his  name. 

How  a  poor  fmner  cry'd  ! 
Ner  was  his  hope  expos'd-to  iliame. 

Nor  was  his  fuit  deny'd. 

■^  When  threat'iiing  forrows  rcund  use  I^ood,^ 

And  endlefs  wars  arofe. 
Like  the  ioud  billows  of  a  flood. 

Redoubling  ail  my  woes  ; 

I  told  the  Lord  my  lore  diftrcfs 
With  heavy  groans  and  tears  ; 
V  gave  my  fJiarpeil  torments  crife, 
And  fi'cnc'd  all  my  ftrars. 

P  \  V  ■»  i?^ 


F  S  A  L.  M    XXXIY,        ^7" 

Pause. 

f  J  C'  finners  come  a^d  taile  his  love-, 

Come,  learn  hb  plealant  ways, 
And  let  your  own  exper ence  prove 

The  fwcetnefs  ©f  his  grace. 

6.  He  bids  his  angels  pitch  their  tent^- 

Round  where  his  chiidren  ivvell  ; 
What  ills  their  hea.v'nly  care  pre v-ents^?,- 

No  earthly  tongue  can  tell.] 
I7  O  love  the  Lord'  ye  faints  of  hio  !• 

His  eye  regards  ihe  juft  ; 
How  richly  biell  their  portion  is 

Who  make  the  Lord  their  truiT  1- 

S  Young  lions  pinchM  with"  hunger  roapj. 

And  famifh  in  the  wood  ;.. 
But  God  fupplies  his  holy  poor,. 

Withev'ry  needful  good.] 

PSALM     XXXIT.       S-eccnd  Parti- 
Exhortation  to  peace  and  bolinefs. 
^   ^'^OM'E^  children,  learn  to  fear  the  Lord>; 

V^     ^-^^  that  your  daya  be  Iciig,, 
Let  not  a  falfe  or  fpkeful  word 
Be  found-  upon  your  tongue. 

2  Depart  from  mifchief,  praflice  love^- 
Purfue  the  works  of  peace  : 

So  fliall  the  Lord  your  ways  approve. 
And  fet  your  fouls  at  eafe. 

3  His  eyes  awake  to  guard  the  jufi^ 
His  ears  attend  their  cry  : 

When  broken  fpirits  dwell  in  duft. 
The  God  of  G:race  is  nif^h. 

4  What  tho'  the  forrows  here  they  talis 
Are  (harp  andted'ous  too  ? 

The  Lord  who  faves  them  all  at  la^^ 
is  their  fupporier  no\T. 

5   Evil 


68        PSALM    XXXV. 

5  Evil  fhall  fmite  the  wicked  dead  -, 
But  God  fecures  his  own  ; 

Prevents  the  mifchief  whea  they  Aide, 
Or  heals  the  broken  bone. 

6  When  defolation,  like  a  flood. 
O'er  the  proud  finner  rolls. 

Saints  find  a  refuge  in  their  God, 
For  he  redeems  their  fouls. 

PSALM     XXXV.       Fh-J}  Part. 

Prayer  and  faith  of  perfecutedjaints  ;  or,    imprs^te-r 
tions  mixt  ixiith  charity. 

1  "^TOW  plead  my  caufe  almighty  God, 
JL^      With  all  the  fons  of  ftrife  ; 

And  fight  againft  the  men  of  blood. 
Who  fight  againft  my  life. 

2  Draw  out  thy  fpear  and  ftop  their  way. 
Lift  thine  avenging  rod  ; 

But  to  my  foul  in  mercy  fay, 
/  am  thy  Saviour  God. 

3  They  plant  their  fnares  to  catch  my  feet. 
And  nets  of  mifchief  fpread  ; 

Plunge  the  deftroyers  in  the  pit 
Which  their  own  hands  have  made. 

4  Let  fogs  and  darknefs  hide  their  way. 
And  flipp^ry  be  their  ground  ; 

Thy  wrath  (hail  make  their  lives  a  prey. 
And  all  their  rage  confound. 

5  They  fly  like  chaff  before  the  windy 
Before  thine  angry  breath  ;        -^ 

The  angel  of  the  Lord  behind, 
Purfues  them  down  to  death. 

6  They  love  the  road  which  leads  to  hell  j 
Then  let  the  rebels  die. 

Whole  malice  is  implacable 
Againft  the  Lord  moft  high. 

7  But 


P  S-  A  L-  M    XXXY..        6^: 

J  But,  if  thou  haft  a  chofen  few 

Amongiithac  imp'ous  race, 
Bividc  rhem  from  the  bloody  crew 

By  thy  furpriiing  grace^ 

%  Then  will  I  raife  mv  tuneful  voice 

To  make  thy  wonders  known  v 
In  their  fiilvation  I'll  rejoice. 

And  blefs  thee  for  my  ownv 

P  S  A  L  M     XXXV.     Second  Fart. 

Love  to  enemies  ;  or,  the  lo-ve  of  Chrijf  to  Jinnsrs 
typied  in  David. 

^  ir\  E  B  QL  D'  the  love,  the  gen'rous  love^^ 

XJ     Which  holy  David  Ihows  \ 
Hark,  how  his  foundling  bowels  move 

To  his  afHided  foes  ! 

2  When  they  are  lick,  his  foul  complains' 

And  feems  to  feel  the  fmart  ; 
Thefpirit  of  the  gofpel  reigns,. 
'   And  melts  his  pious  heart. 

5  How  did  his  Hbwing  tea£s  condofe- 

As  lor  a  brother  dead  ! 
And  falling  mortify'd  his  foul. 

While  for  their  life  he  prayM. 

4  They  groan'd,  and  curs'd  him^  on  their- Bed^ 
Yet  fliil  he  pleads  and  mourns  ; 

And  double  blefSngs  on  his  head 
The  right'ous  Lord  returns. 

5  O  glorious  type  of  heav'nly  grace  \ 
Thus  Chrill  the  Lord  appears  ; 

While  iinners  curfe,  the  Saviour  prays>. 
And  pities  them  wit-h-  tears  1 

6  He,  the  true  Ua^vid,  IfrWs  King^, 
Blell  and  belov'd  of  Go  d  , 

To  fave  us  rebels  dead  in  fm, 
F^id  liis  Gvvn  dearelt  blood. 

p  s  A  L  m 


70        PSALM    XXXVL 

PSALM     XXXVr.     Long  Metre. 

The  perfeBions  an^ providence  of  Gcd  ;  or,   general 
providence  andfpecial  grace. 

1  Y  X  I  GH  in  the  heav'ns,  eternal  God, 
J~l  Thy  goodnefs  in  full  glory  ihines : 

Thy  truth  (hall  break  thro*  ev'ry  cloud 
V/hich  veils  and  darkens  thy  defigns. 

2  For  ever  firm  thy  juftice  (lands, 

As  mountains  their  foundations  keep  j 
Wife  are  the  wonders  of  thy  hands. 
Thy  judgments  are  a  mighty  deep. 

3  Thy  providence  is  kind  and  large, 
Both  man  and  beaft  thy  bounty  fliare  ; 
The  whole  creation  is  thy  charge. 
But  faints  are  thy  pecuPar  care. 

4  My  God  !  how  excellent  thy  grace. 
Whence  all  our  hope  and  comfort  fpring*  I 
The  fons  of  Adam  in  diftrefs 

Fly  to  the  Ihadow  of  thy  wings. 

5  From  the  provifions  of  thy  houfe 
We  fliall  be  fed  with  fwect  repall  ; 
There  mercy  like  a  river  flows. 
And  brings  falvation  to  our  tafte. 

6  Life,  like  a  fountain  rich  and  free. 
Springs  from  the  prefence  of  the  Lord-j 
And  in  thy  light  our  fouls  fhall  lee 
The  glories  promis'd  in  thy  word. 

I*  S  A  L  M    XXXVL     Common  Metre. 
Praaical  atheifm  expofed  ;  or,    the    being  and  at' 

tributes  of  God  afftrted. 
I  xxtHILE  men  grow  bold  in  wicked  ways 

VV      A"^  y^^  a  God  they  own. 
My  heart  within  me  often  fays, 
Their  thoughts  believe  there's  none, 

z  Their 


PSALM     XXXVI.      71 

2  Their  thoughts  and  ways  at  once  declare, 
(Whate'er  their  lips  profefs) 

God  hath  no  wrath  for  them  to  fear. 
Nor  will  they  feek  his  grace. 

3  What  ftrauge  felf-fiatt'ry  blinds  their  eyes  ! 
But  there's  a  hail'ning  hour. 

When  they  fhall  fee  with  fore  furprife. 
The  terrors  of  thy  pow'r. 

4  Thy  juilice  ihall  maintain  its  throne, 
Tho'  mountains  meit  away  ; 

Thy  judgments  are  a  world  unknown. 
A  deep  unfathom'd  fea. 

5  Above  thefe  heav'ns'  created  rounds. 
Thy  mercies.  Lord,  extend  : 

Thy  truth  outlives  the  narrow  bounds 
Where  time  and  nature  end. 

6  Safety  to  man  thy  goodnefs  brings. 
Nor  overlooks  the  beaft  ; 

Beneath  the  ihadow  of  thy  wings 
Thy  children  chufe  to  reft, 

7  From  thee,  when  creature-Ilreams  run  low. 
And  mortal  comforts  die,  ^ 

Perpetual  fpring  of  life  fhall  flow. 
And  raife  our  pleafures  high. 

S  Tho'  all  created  light  decay. 

And  death  clofe  up  our  eyes. 
Thy  prefence  makes  eternal  day. 

Where  clouds  can  never  rife. 

PSALM     XXXVL     Short  Metre. 
T&e  wickednefs  of  matt  y  and  themajefiy  of  God;  or? 

■praciical  atheifm  expofed, 
X  "f  X  7H  E  N  man  grows  bold  in  fin, 

VV       My  heart  within  me  cries. 
He  hath  no  faith  of  God  ^within, 
Norfmr  before  his  eps, 

2  £Hc 


72      PSALM    XXXVIL 

2  [He  walks  awhile  conceal'd 
In  a  felf-flatt'ring  dream, 

■'Till  his  dark  crimes,  at  once  reveal'd, 
Expofe  his  hateful  name.] 

3  His  heart  is  falfe  and  foul. 
His  words  are  fmooth  and  fair  ; 

Wifdom  is  bani!h*d  from  his  foul. 
And  leaves  no  goodnefs  there. 

4  He  plots  upon  his  bed. 
New  mifchiefs  to  fulfil, 

He  fets  his  heart,  and  hand,  and  head,. 
To  praftice  all  that's  ill. 

5  But  there's  a  dreadful  God, 
Though  men  renounce  his  fear  : 

.His  juilice,  hid  behind  the  cloud> 
Shall  one  great  day  appear. 

6  His  truth  tranfcends  the  &y, 
In  keav'n  his  mercies  dwell  ; 

Deep  as  the  fea  his  judgments  lie. 
His  ancjer  burns  to  hell. 

y  How  excellent  his  love, 

Whence  all  our  lafety  fprings  ! 

0  never  let  my  foul  remove 
Trom  underneath  his  wings. 

PSALM     XXXVIL     Firjl  Part, 

The  cure  of  en'vyy  fretftdncj's,  and  unbeliefs  or, 
the  reioards  cf  ihe  righieous  and  ^juicked  ;  or, 
the  'vjorld^s  hatred  and  the  faint^s  patience. 

1  \X7H  Y  Ihould  I  v€x  my  foul,  and  fret 

W      To  fee  the  wicked  rife  ? 
Or  envy  finners  waxing  great 
By  violence  and  lies  ! 

2  As  fiow'ry  grafs  cut  down  at  noon. 
Before  the  ev'ning  fades. 

So  lliall  their  glories  vanilh  foon, 
I&  everialliag  fliades.  3  Then 


P  S  A  L  M    XXXVII.       7j 

;3  Then  let  me  make  tiie  Lord  my  truH, 

And  pradice  all  that's  good  : 
So  (hall  I  dwell  among  the  juft. 

And  he'il  provide  me  food. 

4  I  to  mv  God  my  ways  commit. 
And  chearful  wait  his  will  ; 

Thy  hand  which  guides  my  doubtful  feet. 
Shall  my  deiires  fulfil. 

5  Mine  innocence  ihalt  thou  difplay. 
And  make  thy  judgments  known. 

Fair  as  the  light  of  dawning  day. 
And  glor'ous  as  the  noon. 

6  The  meek  at  lail  the  earth  poiTefs, 
And  are  the  heirs  of  heav'n  ; 

True  riches,  with  abundant  peace. 
To  humble  foals  are  giv'n. 

Pause, 

7  Pvcil  in  the  Lord,  and  keep  his  way. 
Nor  let  your  anger  rife. 

The'  providence  fiiould  long  delay 
To  punifn  haughty  vice. 

^  Let  iinners  join  to  break  your  peac«. 

And  plot,  and  rage,  and  foam  ; 
The  Lord  derides  them,  for  he  fees 

Their  day  of  veng'ajice  come. 

<)  They  have  drawn  cut  the  threatening  {word. 

Have  bent  the  murd'rous  bow. 
To  flay  the  men  who  fear  the  Lord, 

And  bring  the  right'ous  low. 

xo  Pviy  God  fhall  break  their  bows  and  biWR 

Their  perfecuting  darts, 
Shall  their  own  fwords  againft  them  turn. 

And  pain  furprii'e  their  hearts. 

G  PSALM 


74      PSALM    XXXVIL 

P  S  A  L  M     XXXVII.       Second  Pan. 
Charity  to  the  poor  ;  or.  Religion  in  ivords  and  deeds* 

1  TT  7  H  Y   do  the  wealthy  wicked  boall, 

y  y       And  grow  profanely  bold  ? 
The  meanell  portion  of  the  jult 
Excels  the  dinner's  gold. 

2  The  wicked  borrows  of  his  friends. 
But  ne'er  defjgns  to  pay  : 

The  faint  is  merciful,  and  lends. 
Nor  turn?  the  poor  away. 

5  His  alms  with  lib'ral, heart  he  gives 

Amongfl  the  Tons  of  need  ; 
His  mem'ry  to  long  ages  lives. 

And  bleffed  is  his  feed. 

4  His  lips  abhor  to  talk  profane. 
To  flander  or  defraud  ; 

His  ready  tongue  declare  to  men 
What  he)ias  learned  of  God. 

5  The  law  and  gofpel  of  the  Lord 
Deep  in  his  heart  abide  ; 

X.ed  by  the  fpirit  and  the  word. 
His  feet  iliall  never  fiide. 

6  When  finners  fall,  the  right'ous  ftand, 
Preferv'd  from  ev'ry  fnare  ; 

They  fhall  pofTefs  the  promised  land. 
And  dwell  for  ever  there. 

PSALM     XXXVir.       rhird  Part. 

The  nvay  and  end  of  the  righteous  and  the  'voicked^ 

1  Ti/r  "^  God,  the  fleps  of  pious  men 
JlVi     -A'"^  order'd  by  thy  will ; 

Tho'  they  fhould  fall,  they  rife  again. 
Thy  hand  fupports  themftill. 

2  The  Lord  delights  to  fee  their  ways. 
Their  virtue  he  approves  : 

He'll 


P  S  A  L  M    XXXVIII.      75 

tfe'll  ne'er  dsprive  them  of  his  grace, 
'  Nor  leave  che  men  he  loves, 

3  The  heav'rily  heritage  is  theirs. 
Their  portion  and  their  home  : 

He  feeds  !:hem  now  and  makes  them  heirs 
Of  bielfings  long  to  come. 

4  Wait  on  the  Lord  ye  fons  of  men. 
Nor  fear  when  tyrants  frown  ; 

Ye  ihall  confefs  their  pride  was  vain^ 
When  jaftice  call  them  down. 

Pause. 

5  The  haaghty  fmner  have  I  feen. 
Not  fearing  man  nc«-  God, 

Like  a  tall  bay -tree,  fair  and  green;, 
Spreading  his  arms  abroad. 

6  And  lo,  he  vanifh'd  from  the  ground^ 
Deftroy'd  by  hands  unfeen  ! 

Nor  root,  nor  branch,  nor  leaf  was  foun(i 
Where  all  that  pride  had  been. 

7  But  mark  the  man  of  right'oufnefs. 
His  fev'ral  Heps  attend  ; 

True  pleafure  runs  thro'  all  his  ways^ 
And  peaceful  is  his  end. 

PSALM      XXXVIIL 

Guih  of  confcie?ice  and  relief  %    or.    Repent  ana  and 
prater  for  pardon  and  health . 

I      A   M I D  S  T  thy  wrath  remember  love^ 

£\_     Reftore  thy  fervant.  Lord, 
Nor  let  a  father's  chaft'ning  prove 

Like  an  avenger's  fword. 

z  Thine  arrows  iHck  within  my  hearty 

My  fleih  is  forely  prefr : 
Between  the  lorrovv'  and  the  fmart. 

My  spirit  iinds  ao  reft, 

Gz  3  My 


^6      P  S  A  L  M    XXXVIIl, 

3  My  fins  a  heavy  loa<i  appear. 
And  o'er  my  head  are  gone  ; 

Too  heavy  they  for  me  to  bear. 
Too  hard  for  me  t*  atone. 

4  My  thoughts  are  like  a  troubled  fea^ 
My  head  ftiil  bending  dow.n  j 

And  I  go  mourning  all  the  day. 
Beneath  my  Father's  frown. 

5  Lord,  I  am-  weak  and  broken  fore^ 
None  of  my  pow'rs  are  whole  : 

The  inward  anguifa  makes  me  'roar^. 
The  anguif^i  of  my  iou!. 

6  All  my  defire  to  thee  is  known,. 
Thine  eye  counts  ev'ry  tear. 

And  ev*ry  figh  and  ev'ry  groan 
is  notic'd  by  thine  ear. 

7  Thou  art  my  God,  my  only  hope  s; 
My  God  will  hear  my  cry. 

My  God  will  bear  my  fpirit  up 
When  Satan  bids  me  die. 

[8  My  foot  is  ever  apt  to  Hide j 

My  foes  rejoice  to  fee't  ; 
They  raife  their  pleafure  and  their  pride^, 

"When  they  fupplant  my  feet. 
9  But  I'll  confefs  my  guilt  to  thee, 
'.    And  grieve  for  all  my  fm  : 
VVi  mourn,  how  weak  my  graces  be. 

And  beg  fupport  divine, 
io  My  God,  forgive  my  follies  pafi:>. 

And  be  for  ever  nigh  ; 
O  Lord  of  my  falvation,  haHe,. 

Before  thy  fervant  dijs.j 


F  s  A  L  m 


'PSALM     XXXIX.-        77 

PSALM     XXXIX.       Firji  Part. 

iVatchfulnefs  o~oer  the  tongue ;  or,  prudence  and  zeal* 

i  f  1"^  H  U  S  I  refoly'd  before  the  Lord, 
J[        **  Now  will  I  watch  my  tongue^ 
*'  Left  I  let  flip  one  finful  word, 
•'  Or  do  my  neighbour  wrong." 

2  And  if  Tm  e'er  conftrain'd  to  ftay 
With  men  of  lives  profane, 

I'll  fet  a  double  guard  that  day. 
Nor  let  my  talk  be  vain. 

3  rii  fcarce  allow  my  lips  to  fpeak 
The  pious  thoughts  I  feel, 

Lefc  fcotters  fhould  th'  occafion   take- 
To  mock  my  holy  zeal. 

4  Yet,  if  fome   proper  hour  appear^ 
I'll  not  be  over-aw'd. 

But  let  the  fcoffing  finners  hear 
That  I  can  fpeak  for  God, 

PSALM     XXXIX.     Second  part. 

The  Hjanity  of  man  as  mortal. 

I  '^"T^  E  A  C  H  me  the  meafure  of  my  daysy 
X        Thou  Maker  of  my  frame  ; 

1  would  furvey  life's  narrow  ipace. 

And  learn  how  frail  I  am. 

2  A  fpan  is  all  which  we  can  boalty 
An  inch  or  two  of  time  ^ 

Man  is  but  vanity  and  duft. 
In  all  his  flow'r  and  prim.e. 

^  See  the  rain  race  of  mortals  moye" 

Like  liiadows  o'er  the  plain. 
They  rage  and  itrive,  defire  an,d  love,- 

But  all  their  ncife  is  vain. 

4  Some  walk  in  honor's  gaudy  ihow, 
Soia&dig  for  golden  ore> 

O  3  They 


7^-    PS  A  L  M  xxrrx:; 

They  toil  for  he4rs  they  know  not  who^. 
.  And  ftraight  are  Teen  no  more. 

5  What  could  I  wifli- or  wai  c  for  theft: 
From  creatures,  earth  and  duil  ? 

They  make  our  expeftations  vau. 
And  difappoint  our  trull. 

6  Now  I  forbid  my  carnal' hope. 
My  fond  defires  recall  : 

Bgive  my  m.ortal  int'rell  up^. 
And  make  my  God  my  all. 

PSALM     Xl'iXlX.     rinrd  2art: 
Sick'hed  de'uotion  ;.or,  pleading  <^viihc-at  rcpir.lrg> 

2   ^^^  OD  of  my  life  look  gently  down>, 

V_X     Behold  the  pains  I  feel  j 
But  1  am  dumb  before  thy  throne<> 

Nor  dare  difpute  thy  will. 

2  Difeafes  are  thy  fervants.  Lord;. 
They  come  at  thy  command, 

I'll  not  attempt  a  murm'ring  word' 
Againft  thy  chaft'ning  hand. 

3  Yet  may  I  pkad  with  humble  cries,- 
Rem.ove.  thy  (harp  rebuke?  : 

My  ilrength  confumes,  my  fpirit  dies. 
Through  thy  repeated  ilrokes. 

4  Crufh'd  as  the  moth  beneath  thy  hand. 
We  m.oulder  to  the  dud  ; 

Our  feeble  pow'rs  can  ne'er  vvithftindi- 
And  all  cur  beauty's  loft. 

[5  This  mortal  life  decays  apacei. 

How  foon  the  bubble's  bix)ke  ! 
Jdam,  and  all  his  num'rous  race,.. 

Are  vanity  and  fmoke. 

6  I*m  but  a  fojourner  below,. 
As  all  my  fathers  were  ;. 

May 


FSALM    XI..  jg, 

STay  I  "be  well  preparM  to  go. 
When  I  the  fummons  hear  ! 

7  Eat,  if  my  life  be  fpar'd  a  while 

Before  my  laft  remove. 
Thy  praife  Ihali  be  my  bus'aefsr  fnll,. 

And  rU  declare  thy  love. 

FSALM^    XL..   FirJ}  Fart.  Common  Metre* 

Afovg  of  deli'vtrance  from  great  dijh'"f- 
i:  Y  Waited  patient  for  the  Lord,. 

X     He  bovvM  to  hear  my  cry  •: 
He  faw  me  refiing  en  his  word^. 

And  brought  falvation  nigh . 

2  He  rais'd  me  from  a  horrid  pit^ 

Where  mournitig  long  I  lay. 
And  from  my  bonds  releas'd  my  feet^ 

Beep  bonds  of  miry  clay. 

5  Firm  on  a. rock  he  made  me  flan^. 
And  taught  my  chearful  tongue 

To  praife  the  wonders  of  his  hand 
In  a  new  thankful  fong. 

4  Fil  fpread  his  works  of  grace  abroad'? 

The  faints  with  joy  fhall  hear  ; 
And  finners  learn  to  make  my  God 

Their  only  hope  and  fear. 

5:  How  many  are  thy  thoughts  of  love  f 

Thy  mercies.  Lord,  how  great  ! 
We  have  not  v/ords>  nor  hoars  enough-. 

Their  numbers  to  repeat, 

6  When  Vm  afRidled,  poor,  and:lo'»^3. 
And  light  and  peace  depart. 

My  God  beholds  my  heavy  woe^ 
And  bears  me  on  his  heart. 


P  S  A  L  M 


So         PSALM    XL. 

PSALM  XL.    Second  Part.    Common  Metre^ 

The  incarnation  and facrijice  ofChriJi. 

I  fW^  HUS  faith  the  Lord,  *' Your  work  is  vainer 

J^        *'  Give  your  burnt-oft' rings  o'er, 
««  In  dying  goats,  and  bullocks  iiain 
*'  My  foul  delights  no  more." 

2'  Then  fpake  the  Saviour,   *'   Lo,  Fnt  here> 

*'  My  God,  to  do  thy  will  ; 
**  Whate'er  thy  facred  books  declare 

'*  Thy  fervant  iTiall  fulfil. 

3  *'  Thy  law  is  ever  in  my  fight, 
"  I  keep  it  near  my  heart  : 

«»  Mine  ears  are  open'd  with  delight^ 
"  To  what  thy  lips  impart." 

4  And  fee,  the  bleil  Redeemer  comes  !: 
Th'  eternal  Son  appears  1 

And  at  th'  appointed  time,  affamcs 
The  body  God  prepares. 

5  Much  he  reveaPd  his  Father's  grace^ 
And  much  his  truth  he  ihew'd. 

And  preach'd  the  way  of  right'oufnefs. 
Where  great  aiTemblies  flood. 

€>  His  Father's  honor  teuch'd  his  hearty 

He  pity'd  fmners'  cries. 
And  to  fulfil  a  Saviour's  part. 

Was  made  a  facrifice. 

Pause. 
7  No  blood  of  beafts  on  altars  fhed. 

Could  wafh  the  confcience  clean  f 
But  the  rich  facrifice  he  paid 

Atones  for  ail  our  fin. 

%  Then  was  the  great  falvrition  {^r&zd^. 

And  Satan's  kingdom  (hook  ; 
Thus,  by  the  woman's  promis'd  feed. 

The  ferpe;j:'s  head  was  broke. 

PSALM 


PSALM     XL.  XLL       tt 

P  S  A  L  M     XL.     Long  Metre. 

Chriji  cur  'facrijice. 

>  ^1  ^  H  E  wonders  Lord,  ihy  love  has  wrought> 
\    Exceed  our  praifc;,  furmoanC  sar  tiiOug_Lt  ^- 
Should  I  attempt  the  long  detaiL 
My  fpeech  would  faint,  my  numbers  faiL 
2.  No  blood  of  beafts  on  altars  fpih 
Can  cleanfe  the  foals  of  men  from  guilt  |.. 
But  thaa  haft  fet  before  our  eyes 
An  all-fufncient  facrifice. 

3  Lo  !  thine  eternal  Son  appears^. 
To  thy  demands  he  bows  his  ears  ; 
AlTumes  a  body  well  prepar'd. 
And  well  performs  the  work  fo  hard. 

4  *'  Behold  I  come    (the  Saviour  crie^ai 
*<  With  love  and  duty  in  his  eyes) 

**  I  come  to  bear  the  heavy  load 

•*  Of  fins,  and  do  thy  will,  my  God. 

^  *'  'Tis  written  in  thy  great  decree^, 
**  'Tis  in  thy  book  foretold  of  me,, 
*'   I  mud  failil  the  Saviour*s  part^ 
**  And  lo  1  thy  law  is  in  ray  heart* 

6  *•  1*11  !Ragnify  thy  holy  law, 
*'  And  rebels  to  obed'ence  draw 
**  When  on  my  crofs  I'm  lifted  highj, 
**  Or  on  my  throne  above  the  £<:y. 

n  *'  The  Spirit  fhall  defeend  and  {how 

*'  What  thou  hali  done  and  what  I  do  * 

**  The  wond'ring  world  Oiali  learn  thy  grace^^ 

**  Thy  wifdom  and  thy  right'oufnefs*'' 

P     S     A    L     M       XLL 

Charity  tv  the  po€r  ;  or,  pity  ta  the  afflidled. 

1    yj  LEST  is  the  man  whofe  bowels  mov?;,. 
J3  Aad  nuslt  with  pity  to  the  poor  ; 

Whefs 


82         PSALM    XLII. 

Whofe  Toul,  by  fympathizin:^  iove, 
Feels  what  his  fellow-iaints  endure. 

2  His  hesrt  contrives  for  their  relief 
More  good  than  his  own  hands  can  do  ; 
He,  in  the  time  of  gen'ral  grief. 
Shall  find  the  Lord  has  bowels  too. 

3  His  foul  fliall  live  fecure  on  earth. 
With  fecret  bleCings  on  his  head, 

When  drought,  and  peflilence  and  dearth. 
Around  him  multiply  their  dead. 

4  Or  if  he  languilh  on  his  couch, 
God  will  pronounce  his  fins  forgiv'n  ; 
W^iil  fave  him  with  a  healing  touch. 
Or  take  his  willing  foul  to  heav'n. 

PSALM     XLII.       Firji  Part. 

Defernon  and  hofe  ;  or,    complaint  of  ahjVnce  frcyrj 
public  *ivorjhip. 

1  "f  T7ITH  earnell  longings  of  the  mind, 

W       ^^y  God  to  thee  I  look  j 
So  pants  the  hunted  hart  to  find 
And  tafte  the  cooling  brook. 

2  When  fhall  I  fee  thy  courts  of  grace. 
And  meet  my  God  again  ? 

So  long  an  abfence  from  chy  face 
My  heart  endures  with  pain. 

3  Temptations  vex  my  weary  feul^ 
And  tears  are  ray  repaft  ; 

The  foe  infalts  without  controul. 
And  nxhere^ s your  God  at  lajl  P 

4  ^ Tis  with  a  meurnful  pleafure  now 
I  think  on  ancient  d-ays  ; 

Then  to  thy  houfe  did  numbers  go. 
And  ail  our  work  was  praife. 

5  But  why  my  foul  funk  down  fo  far 

BeneaOl  this  heavy  load  i  Why 


PSALM    XLII.  ^3 

Why  do  my  thoughts  indulge  defpair. 
And  fin  againll  my  God  ? 

6  Hope  in  the  Lord,  whofe  mighty  hand 

Can  all  my  woes  remove  ; 
For  I  fhali  yet  before  him  iland, 
-     And  fmg  reftoring  love. 

PSALM     XLII.        Seco?7d  Part. 

Melancholy  thoughts  reprcved  ;  or,  hopein  affiidien, 

1  1% /f"  V"  fpirit  fmks  within  me.  Lord, 
iVi  ^^t  I  ^'^  call  thy  name  to  mind. 

And  times  of  pall  diftrefs  record. 
When  I  have  found  my  God  was  kind. 

2  Huge  troubles,  with  tumult'ous  noife 
Swell  like  a  fea,  and  round  me  fpread  ; 
Thy  water-fpouts  drown  all  my  joys, 
hwA  rifmg  waves  roll  o'er  my  head. 

%  Yet  will  the  Lord  command  his  love 
AVhen  I  addrefs  his  throne  by  day  :  * 

Nor  in  the  night  his  grace  remove  ; 
The  night  {hall  hear  me  fing  and  pray. 

4  I'll  caft  myfeif  before  his  feet. 

And  (ay,  *^'  My  God,  my  heav'niy  rock, 

''  Whv  doth  thy  love  folong  forget 

"  The  foul  which  groans  beneath  thy  ftroke  f*' 

f;  I'll  chide  my  heart  which  links  fo  low. 
Why  Ihould  my  foul  indulge  her  grief  ? 
Hope  in  the  Lord,  and  praife  him  too  ; 
He  is  my  reH,  my  (lire  relief. 

6  Thy  light  and  truth  Ihall  guide  me  flill. 
Thy  word  Ihall  my  beil  thoughts  employ. 
And  lead  me  to  thy  heav'niy  hill. 
My  God,  my  moH  exceeding  joy. 

PSALM 


24        P  5  A  I-.  M     XLIV, 

?  S  A  L  M     XLIV. 

^h  church's  complaint  in per/ecution, 

X   X    O^'^  ^»  ^^  ^'^^'^  heard  thy  v;orks  of  oI«S^ 
X_y     Thy  works  of  pow'r  ^nd  grace  ; 

Wheii  to  our  ears  our  fathers  told 
The  wonders  of  their  days. 

2  How  thou  didft  build  thy  churches  here. 
And  make  thy  gofpel  known  ; 

Amongfi:  them  did  thine  arm  appear  ! 
Thy  light  and  glory  ihox-ie. 

3  In  God  they  boafted  all  the  day. 
And  in  a  chearful  throng 

Did  thcufands  meet  to  praife  and  pray. 
And  grace  was  all  their  fong. 

4  But  now  our  fouls  are  feiz'd  with  {harae, 
Confuficn  fills  our  face, 

7o  hear  the  enemy  blafpheme, 
Aiid  fools  reproach  rhy  grace. 

5  Yet  have  we  not  forgot  our  God, 
Not  falfely  dealt  with  hcav'n. 

Nor  have  cur  fleps  declin'd  the  road. 
Of  duty  thouhaftgiv'n. 

C  Though  dragon's  all  around  us  roar 

"With  their  deftruftive  breath, 
/Ind  thine  own  hand  has  bruis'd  us  fore. 

Hard  by  the  gates  of  death. 

Pause. 

7  We  are  expos'd  all  day  to  die 
As  martyrs  for  thy  caufe, 

As  (lieep  for  flaughter  bound  Vv^e  lie, 
By  fharp  and  bloody  laws. 

8  Awake,  arife,  almighty  Lord, 
Why  fieeps  thy  wonted  grace  ? 

Why  Hiould  we  look  like  men  abhorM, 

Or  banilhi'd  from  thy  face  i  9  Wl!t 


P  S  A  L  M    XLV.  85 

•5  Wilt  thou  forever  caPc  us  off". 

And  ilill  negle6l  our  cries  ? 
-For  ever  hide  thine  heav'niy  love 

From  our  afHifted  «yes  ? 

50  Down  to  the  dull  our  foul  is  bow'dj 

And  dies  upon  the  ground  ; 
B-ife  for  GUT  help,  rebuke  the  proud. 

And  all  their  pow'r  confound. 

ti   Redeem  us  from  perpet'al  fhame, 

Onr  Saviour  and  our  God  ; 
We  plead  the  honors  of  thy  r.ame. 

The  merits  of  thy  blood. 

P  S  A  L  M     XLV.       Short  Metre. 

The  glory  of  Chrift  ;  the  fuccefs  of  the  gcfpe-I,  c<ni 
the   Gentile  church, 

1  l\/r  Y  Saviour  and  my  King, 
J.VX     'T'^y  beauties  are  divine  ; 

Thy  lips  with  bleffings  overflow. 
And  ev'ry  gra,ce  is  thine. 

2  Now  make  thy  glory  known  ; 
Gird  on  thy  dreadful  fword. 

And  ride  in  raajefty  to  fpread 
The  conquefts  of  thy  word. 

•3   S-rike  through  thy  ftabborn  foes> 

Or  melt  their  hearts  t'  obey  ; 
While  juftice,  meekneis,  grace,  and  truth*' 

Attend  thy  glor'ous  way. 

4  Thy  laws,  O  God,  are  right  ; 

Thy  throne  fliall  ever  ftani  ; 
And  thy  viiflor'ous  gofpel  proves 

A  fceptre  iti  thy  hand. 

[5  Thy  Father  and  thy  God 

Hcith,  without  meafure,   (bed 
His  Spirit,  like  a  joyful  oil, 

T'  anoint  thy  facred  head.] 

H  fg  BehcU 


26  PSALM  XLV. 

[6  Behold,  at  thy  right  hand 

The  Gcfitiie  church  is  feen. 
Like  a  fair  bride  ia  rich  attire. 

And  princes  guard  the  Qi:een. 

7  Fair  bride^  receive  his  love. 
Forget  thy  father's  hoafe  ; 

Forfake  thy  gods,  thy  idol  gods. 
And  pay  the  Lord  thy  vows.] 

8  O  Let  thy  God  and  King 
Thy  fvveetell  thoughts  employ  ; 

Thy  children  fhall  his  honor  ling 
In.  palaces  of  joy. 

PSALM     XLV.       Common  Metre. 

The  pcr/onal glories  and  gQ-vernnient    ofChrijJt 

1  Y'L  L  fpeak  the  honors  of  my  King  ; 
X     His  form  divinely  fair  ; 

None  of  the  fpns  of  mortal  race 
May  wi,th  the  Lord  compare. 

2  Sweet  is  thy  fpeech,  an=d  heavenly  grace 
Upon  thy  lips  is  fhed  ; 

Thy  God,  with  blelTings  infinite 
Ha£hcrown.'d  thy  facred  head. 

3  Gird  on  thy  fword,  victor'ous  Prince  ; 
Ride  with  majeiHc  f.vay  ; 

Thy  terror  fiiall  flrike  thro*  thy  foes. 
And  make  the  world  obey. 

4  Thy  throne,  O  God,  for  ever  ilands  5 

Thy  word  of  grace  fhall  prove 
A  peaceful  fcepcre  in  thy  hands. 
To  rule  the  faints  by  love. 

^    juflice  and  truth  attend  thee  fill]. 

But  mercy  is  thy  choice  : 
And  God,  thy  God,  tky  foul  P.iall  fill 

With  ;nofl  pecul'arjoys, 

!  P  S  \  L  M 


P  S  A  L  M     XLY,  87 

?  S  A  L  M     XLV.    Firj?  Part.  Long  Metre. 
97?^  g/ory  of  Chr!j},  and  po^a;er  of  his  go.'}e!. 

1  T\^T  O  W  be  niy  heart  infpir'd  to  fing 
X^  The  glories  of  my  Saviour  King, 

Jelus  the  Lord  ;  ho;v  heav'nly  fair 
His  form  !  how  bright  his  beauties  are  1 

2  O'er  all  the  fons  of  human  race 
He  fhines  with  a  fuper'or  grace  ; 
Love  from  his  lips  divinely  flows. 
And  bleffings  all  his  Hate  compofe. 

3  Drei's  thee  in  arms,  moil:  mighty  Lordj 
Gird  on  the  terror  of  thy  ivvord  ; 

In  majelly  and  glory  ride. 

With  truth  and  meeknels  at  thy  fide. 

4  Thine  anger,  like  a  pointed  dart. 
Shall  pierce  the  foes  of  il^ubborn  heart  ji 
Or  words  of  mercy  kind  a:nd  fweet 
Shall  melt  the  rebels  at  thy  feet, 

^  Thy  throne,  O  God,  for  ever  ibnds> 
Grace  is  the  fceptre  in  thy  hands  ; 
Thy  laws  and  works  are  juft  and  righf, 
juflice  and  grace  are  thy  delight. 

6  God,  thine  own  God,  has  riehly  ihed 
His  oil  of  gladnefson  thy  hf^adi 
And  with  his  facred  fpirit  bleft 
His  ^ril-born  Son  above  the  reft. 

P  S  A  L  M  '  XLV.    Second  Part.    Long  Pvletre. 

Chriji  and  his  church  ',  or,    the  my fi iced  ?n£.rriags' 

1  ^"T^  H  E  King  of  faints,  how  fair  liis  face  1 

A     Adorn'd  with  majefty  and  grace  ; 
He  comes  with  bkliings  from  above. 
And  wins  the  nations  to  his  love. 

2  At  his  right  hand,  our  eyes  behold 
Ike  Qoeen  array 'd  ja  pureil:  gold  ; 

K2  The 


S8  PSALM     XLVI. 

'^he  world  admires  her  hea.vrr'ly  dreils  ;: 
Her  robe  of  joy  and  right'oufneis. 

3  He  forms  her  beauties  like  his  own  t 
He  calis  and  feats  her  near  his  throne  ;, 
Fair  ftranger,  let  thine  heart  forget 
The  idols  of  thy  native  ftate. 

4  So  fhall  the  King  the  more  rejoice^. 
Jn  thee  the  fav'rite  of  his  choice  ; 
Let  him  be  lov'd,  and  yet  ador'd. 
For  he's  thy  maker  and  thy  Lord. 

kO.  happy  hour,  when  thou  fh alt  rife 
To  his  fair  palace  in  the  ikies  ! 
And  all  thy  fons  (a  num'rous  train) 
Each  like  a  prince  in  glory  reign  ! 

6  Let  endlefs  honors  crown  his  head  ! 
Let  ev'ry  age  his  praifes  fpread  1 
While  we,  with  chearful  fongs,  approve 
The  Gondecenfions  of  his  love. 

PSALM      XLVL     FJrJ}  Part. 

^he   churches  J afety    and  tnumph  among   natlono.. 
liefoJations. 

1  /"^  O  D  is  the  refuge  of  his  faints, 

\^  Whenftorms  of  fhai;p  diilreis- iiivade-i: 
E'er  we  can  offer  our  complaint?, 
Edhoid  him  prefent  with  his  aid. 

2  'L^t  mountains  from  their  feats  be  hurl'd: 
Down  to  the  deep,  and  bury 'a  there  ; 
Convulnons  ihake  the.  folid  world. 

Our  faith  fiiali  never  yield  to  fear. 

3  Loud  may  the  troubled  ocean  roar. 
In  facred  peace  our  fouls  abide  ; 
While  ev'ry  nation,  ev'ry  fhore 
Trembles  and  dreads  the  fwelling  tidci 

4  There  is  a  ftream  whofe  gentle  flow 
Supplies  the.  city  of  our  God  ; 

liifei, 


PSALM    XLVL       •"  H 

Life,  love  and  joy,  fbill  gliding  thr&tjgh. 
And  watering  our  divine  abode, 

5  That  facred  liream,  thine  holy  word.. 
There  all  our  raging  fear  controuls  : 
Sweet  p^ace  thy  promifes  afford. 

And  give  new  flrength  to  fainting  foul-, 

6  Sion  enjoys  her  monarch's  love. 
Secure  againil  a  thre&t'ning  hour  ; 
Nor  can  her  firm  foundation  move. 
Built  on  his  truth,  and  arm'd  with  pow'r.. 

P   S-  A  I.  M^      XLVL      Second. Fart. 
God  fights -for  his  church. 

J    T      E  T  Sion  in  her  king  rejoice, 

%_j  Tho'  tyrants  rage,  aiid  kingdoms  rifel 
He  utters  his  almighty  \'oice. 
The  nations  melt,  the  tumult  dies. 

2  The  Lord  o-f  old,  foY  Jacob  fought,. 
And  Jacobus  God  is  ftill  our  aid  ; 
Behold  the  work  his  hand  has  wroughf. 
What  defoiations  he  has  made, 

3  From  fea  toita  thro'  all  the  fhores. 
He  mak«s  the  noife  of  battle  ceafe  ; 
When,  from  on  high,  his  thunder  roars^ 
He  awes  the  trembling  world  to  peace. 

4  He  breaks  the  bow,  he  cuts  the  fpear  ;^ 
Char'cts  he  burns  with  heav'nly  flame  : 
Keep  iilence  all  ye  earth,  and  hear 
The  found  and  glory  of  his  name  ! 

5  *'  Be  ilill,  and  learn  that  I  am  GoDa 
**  I'll  be  exalted  o'er  the  lands  j 

**  I  Vv'ili  be  known  and  fear'd  abroad  ; 
**  But  ftill  my  throne  in  Sicn  Sands/' 

6  O  Lord  of  hofls,aImighty»  King  ! 
Whik  we  lb  near  thy  prefence  dwelL. 

H  3  GLir 


5,0  P  SAL  M     XLVII.  XLyilL. 

Our  faith. fhali  lit  fecure  and  fing 
Pe5ance  to  the  gates  of  hell. 

PSA  L  M:     XLVII. 

Chr'iji  ajcending  and  reigning^ . 

1  /^  For  a  iiiout  of  facred  joy 

\J     To  God  the  fov'reiga  King  !: 
Let  ev'ry  land  its  tongues  employ. 
And  hymns  of  tiiui^jph  £ng. 

2  Jefus  our  God  afcends  on  high>. 
Kis  heav'nly  guards  around. 

Attend  him  rifing  through  the  fky,,. 
With  trumpet's  joyful  found. 

3  While  aegeh  fhoat  and  praife  their  Kihg^, 
Let  mortals  learn  their  llrains  : 

Let  all  the  earth  his  honors  fing  ; 
O'er  all  the  earth  he  reigns. 

4  Rehearfe  his  praife  v/ith  awe  profoundly; 
Let  knowledge  lead  the  fong  ; 

Nor  mock  him,  with  a  folemn  foundi 
Upon  a  thoughtleis  tongue. 

5  In  Ijyel  fiood  his  ancient  throne^ 
He  lovM  that  chofen  race  :, 

But  now  he  calls  the  world  his  own,. 
And"  heathens   tafte  hi&  grace. 

6  Thefe  ranioni'd  States  are  all  the  Lord's,. 
Here  Ahr  ham\  Go-O  is  known. 

While  powr's  and  princes,  fliields  andfwordsj. 
Submit  before  his  throne. 

PSALM     X.LVIIL      rirfi  Fart. 

The  church  is  the  honor  andfafcty  of  a  naiisfii.. 

1   g^^  R  E  A  T  is  the  Lord  our  God, 

VJi'     And  let  his  praife  be  great  ; 
He  makes  his  churches  his  abode. 


His  m^H;  delightful  feat. 


2  Thefe 


PSALM    XLYJIL.       ^ 

z  Thefe  temples  of  his  grace, 

H'jw  beauLiful  they  fiand  ! 
The  honors  of  our  native  placey 

The  bulwarks  of  our  land.] 

J  In  Slion  Goi>  is  known 

A  refuge  ia  diibers  ; 
How  bright  has  hi^  falvation  ihonS" 

Through  all  her  palaces- ! 

4.  When  kings  again-it  her  join-'dc,. 

And  faw  the  Lord  was  there^, 
In  wild  confufion  of  the  mind^^ 

They  Red  with  kafty  fear. 

?;-  When  navies  tall  and  proud- 
Attempt  to  fpoil  oar- peace. 

He  fends  his  tempeft  roaring,  loud'^^ 
And  finks  them  in  the  feas., 

6  Oft  have  our  fathers  told> 

Oiir  eyes  have  often  feen 
How  well  our  God  fecures  the  foldi 

Where  his  own  fheephav.e  been, 

J  In  ev'ry  new  diftfefs 

We'll  to  his  houfe  repair. 
We'll  think  upon  his  wond'rous  grace,. 

And  feek  deliv'rance  there.. 

PSALM        XLVm.        Second  Par^.. 

^'he  bemity  of  the  church  y  or,   go/psl  n.'jorJktp    arM 
order, 

A  R   as  thy  name  is  known- 
The  world  declares  thy  praife  I 
Thy  faints,  O  Lord,  before  thy  throne>. 

Their  fongs  of  Iionor  raifci 
%  With  joy  let  Judab  ftand- 

On  Sions  chofen  hill, 
Proclaim  the  wonders  of  thy  hand*, 
M\d  co'^nfels  cf  th\  wilL 

S  Let 


92       PSALM    XLIX. 

%  Let  ftrangers  walk  around 

The  city  where  we  dwell, 
Compafs  and  view  thine  holy  ground. 

And  mark  the  building  well. 

4.  The  orders  of  thy  houfe,  * 

The  wor(hip  of  thy  court. 
The  chearful  fongs,  the  folemn  vows. 

And  make  a  fair  report. 

s  Kovv  decent  and  how  wife  I 

How  glor'ous  to  behold  ! 
Beyond  the  poinp  which  charms  the  eycs":^ 

And  rites  adorn'd  with  gold, 

6  The  God  we  worfhip  now- 

Will  guide  us  *till  we  die, 
Will  be  our  God  while  here  below. 
And  ours  above  the  iky. 

PSALM       XLIX.     Fir/  part. 
Prise  and  death  ;  or.  The  canity  of  life  and  riches^ 
I    XT/"  H  Y  doth  the  man  of  riches  grow 

V  V       '^^  infoience  and  pride. 
To  fee  his  wealth  and  honors  flow 
With  ev'ry  rifmg  tide  ? 

[2  Why  doth  he  treat  the  poor  with  fcorn>. 

Made  of  the  felf  fame  clay. 
And  boail,  as  tho'  his  fielh  were  born 

Of  better  dull  than  they  ?] 

5  Not  all  his  treafure  can  pro  care 

His  foal  a  fhort  reprieve, 
Redeem  from  death  one  guilty  hour,. 

Or  make  his  brother  live. 
[4  Life  is  a  bleffing  can'c  be  fold, 

The  ranfom  is  too  high  ; 
lultice  will  ne'er  be  brib'd  with  gold;. 

That  man  may  never  die.] 

5  He 


P  S  A  I.  M     XLIX.  02 

5  He  fees  the  brutifc  and  tfee  wife. 
The  tirn'rious  and  the  brave. 

Quit  theiir    pofTefilons,  cloie  tiieir  eyes^ 
And  naften  to  the  grav«. 

6  Yet  'tis  his  inward  thought  and  pride,, 
*'  My  houfe  fhali  ever  ftand  : 

"  And  that  my  name  ma.y  long  abide, 
*'  I'll  give  it  to  my  land." 

7  Vain  are  his  thoughts,  his  hopes  areloft> 
How  foon  his  mem'ry  dies  } 

His  name  is  written  in  the  dufl 
Where  his  own  carcafe  lies. 

Pause. 

S  This  is  the  folly  of  their  way  |: 

And  yet  their  fons^  as  vain. 
Approve  the  words  tlieir  fathers  fay. 

And  ail  their  works  again. 

g  ?vleri  void  of  wifdom  and  ofgrace^ 

If  honor  raife  them  high. 
Live  like  a  beaft,  a  thoughtiefs  race,'' 

And  like  a  beaft  they  die. 

[lo  Laid  in  the  grave,  like  filthy  fheep^„ 

Death  feeds  upon  them  there, 
'^Till  the  lafl:  trumpet  breaks  their  fleep 

in  terror  and  defpair,] 

PSALM        XLIX.        SecorJ  Part,. 

Death  and  the  refurreRion, 

i   "SJ"  E  fon^  of  pride,  who  hate  the  juft 

^       And  trample  on  the  poor. 
When  death  has  brought  you  down  to  duft 
Your  pomp  Ihall  rife  no  more. 

2  The  laft  great  day  (hall  change  the  fcene  ! 

V/hen  will  thathoiir  appear  r 
Wnea  fnall  the  jail  revive, "and  reign. 

O'er.  aH  who'icorri'dtiiem  here  l.  3  Gci?: 


94         PSALM    XLIX. 

3  God  will  my  naked  foul  receive. 
When  fep'rate  from  the  ilefh  I 

And  break  the  prifon  of  the  grave 
To  raife  my  bones  afreih. 

4  Heav'n  is  my  e\^er]afting  home, 
Th'  inheritance  is  fure  ; 

Let  men  of  pride  ti^eir  rage  relume. 
But  rii  repine  no  more. 

PSALM     XLIX.     Long  Metre. 
The  rich  Jinner''  s  deaths  and  the  faint' s   refurrecii&n" 

1  T  Y  7  H  y  do  the  proad  infult  the  poor, 

VV    -A^^  hos.^.  the  large  eftates  they  have  ? 
How  vain  are  riches  to  fecure 
Their  haughty  owners  from  the  grave  1 

2  They  can't  redeem  one  hour  from  death 
With  all  the  wealth  in  which  they  truft  ; 
Nor  give  a  dying  brother  breath. 
When  God  commands  him  down  to  du(L 

3  There  the  dark  earth  and  difmal  fhade 
Shall  clafp  their  naked  bodies  rouad  ; 
That  fle{h  fo  delicately  fed. 

Lies  cold,  and  moulders  in  the  ground. 

4  Like  thoughtlefs  fheep  the  finner  dies. 
Laid  in  the  grave  for  v/orms  to  eat  ; 
The  faints  fhall  in  the  morning  rife. 
And  find  th'  opprefTor  at  their  feet, 

5  His  honors  perifh  in  the  c'uft. 

And  pomp  and  beauty,  birth  and  blood  : 
That  glor'ous  day  exzlts  r.he  juft 
To  full  domin'on  o'er  the  proud. 

6  My  Saviour  fhall  my  life  reftore. 
And  raife  me  from,  my  dark  abode  : 
My  flelh  and  foul  fhall  part  no  more  ; 
But  dwell  for  ever  near  my   Goi). 

PSALM 


PSALM      L.  95 

PSALM     L.    FirJlPa?t.   Common  Metre. 

The  lajl  judgi7iatt  ;  cr,    t':s  faint r  r-e^tvarded. 

i   t  l"^  H  E  Lord,  the  judge,  before  his  throne 

J__        Bids  the  whole  earth  draw  nigh. 
The  nations  near  the  riling  fun. 
And  near  the  weftern  iky. 

2  No  more  Ihall  bold  blafphemers  fay 
Judgment  'will  ne'ej-  begin  ; 

No  more  abufe  his  long  delay 
To  impudence  and  iia. 

3  Thron'd  on  a  cloud  our  God  Ciall  come. 
Bright  fiam.es  prepare  his  way. 

Thunder  and  darknefs,  fire  and  {lorm 
Lead  on  the  dreadful  day. 

4  Heav'n  from  above  his  call  lliall  hear. 
Attending  angels  com.e  ; 

And  earth  and  hell  fnall  know,  and  fear 
-  His  juliice  and  their  doom. 

5  **  But  gather  all  my  faints  (he  cries) 
''  Who  made  their  peace  with  God 

''  By  the  Redeemer's  facrifice. 
Who  feal'd  it  with  his  blood. 

6  *'  Their  faith  and  works  brought  forth  to  light 
*'  Shall  make  the  world  confefs 

*'  My  fentence  of  reward  is  right, 
**  And  heav'n  adore  my  grace." 

PSALM       L..    Second  Part. 

Obedience  is  letter  than  facrifce. 

I   'TpHUS  faith  the  Lord,  ''  thefpacious  fields 

X        "And  flocks  and  herds  are  mine, 
"  O'er  all  the  cattle  of  the  hills 
*^  I  claim  a  right  divine. 


96  P  S  A  L  M      L, 

2  "  I  afli  no  fi-ieep  for  facrifice, 

*'     Nor  bullocks  burnt  with. fire  ; 
^«  To  hope  and  love,  to  pray  and  praife, 
"  Is  all  which  I  require. 

3  '*  Call  upon  me  when  trouble's  near, 
*'  My  hand  ihall  let  thee  free  ; 

*'  Then  fnall  thy  thankful  lips  declare 
"  The  honor  due  to  me. 

4  **  The  man  who  cfTers  humble  praife, 
**  He  glorif  es  me  bell: : 

■'*  And  thofe  who  tread  my  holy  ways 
**  Shall  my  falvation  tafte." 

PSALM        L.      Third  Part, 
The  judgment  of  hypocrites. 

1  TT7KEN  Chrift  to  judgment  doth  defcend, 

Y  V       And  faints  furround  their  Lord, 
He  calls  the  nations  to  attend. 
And  hear  his  awful  word. 

2  '<  Not  for  the  want  of  bullocks  Haiti 
**  Will  I  the  world  reprove  ; 

*'   Altars  and  rites,  and  forms  are  vain, 
'*  Without  the  fire  of  love. 

3  "  And  what  have  hypocrites  to  do, 
**  To  bring  their  facrifice  ? 

*'  They  call  my  ftatuies  juft  and  true, 
*'  But  deal  in  theft  and  lies. 

4  *'  Could  you  6X06(51  to  'frape  ray  fight, 
'^   And  fin  w'thout  controul  ? 

**  But  1  lliall  bring  your  crimes  to  light, 
**  With  anguifn  in  your  foul." 

5  Confider,  ye  who  flight  the  Lord, 
Before  his  wrath  appear  ; 

If  once  you  faU  beneath  his  fword. 
There's  no  delivVer  there. 

P  3  A  L  M 


PSALM    U 


97 


PSALM     L.     Long  Metre. 
HypGcrify    expofed. 

*   '  I  '^HE  Lord  the  Judge,  his  churches  warns  5 

J[        Let  hypocrites  attend  and  fear. 
Who  place  their  hopes  in  rites  and  forms. 
But  make  not  failh  nor  love  their  care. 

z  Vile  wretches  dare  rehearfe  his  name 
With  lips  of  falfiiood  and  deceit  ; 
A  friend  or  brother  they  defame. 
And  foothe  and  flatter  thofe  they  hate. 

5  They  watch  to  do  their  neighbours  wrongs. 
Yet  dare  to  feek  their  Maker's  face  ; 
They  take  his  cov''nant  on  their  tongue. 
But  break  his  laws,  abufe  his  grace. 

4  To  heav'n  they  lift  their  hands  unclean, 
Defil'd  with  lult,  defll'd  with  blood  ,; 

Sy  night  they  praiflice  ev'ry  fin. 

By  day  their  mouths  draw  near  to  God. 

5  And  while  his  judgments  long  delay 
They  grow  feeure  and  fin  the  more  : 
They  think  he  lleeps  as  well  as  they. 
And  put  far  off  the  dreadful  hour. 

6  O  dreadful  hoirr  !  when  God  draws  near. 
And  fets  their  crimes  before  their  eyes  ; 
His  wrath  their  guilty  fouh  fhall  tear. 
And  no  deliv'rer  dare  to  rife. 

PSALM     L. 

The  lafi  judgmisnf. 
1   '  J^  H  E  Lord,  the  Sov'reign,  fends  his  fum- 
X  (mons  forth. 

Calls  the  South  nations,  and  awakes  the  Norib  ; 
From  Eajf  to  tP^eJt  the  founding  orders  fpread. 
Thro'  diilant  worlds  and  regions  of  the  dead  : 
No  more  fhall  ath'ifls  mock  his  long  delay  ; 
His  veng'ance  ileeps  no  more  ;  behold  the  day  ! 
I  2  Behold 


98  P  S  A  L  M     L. 

2  Behold  the  Judge  defcends  !  his  guards  are  nigh  ; 
Tempeft  and  fire  attend  him  down  the  iky  ; 
Heav'n,  earth,  and  hell  draw  near  !  let  all  things 

come. 
To  hear  his  juftice,  and  the  finner's  doom  ; 
But  gather  firfl  my  faints   (the  Judge  commands) 
Bring  them,  ye  angels,  from  their  diflant  lands. 

3  Behold  !   my  cov'nant  Hands  for  ever  good, 
Seal'd  by  th'  eternal  facrifice  in  blood. 

And  fign'dwith  all  their  names;  iheGreeJ^  the^^w. 
Who  paid  the  antient  worfhip,  or  the  new. 
There's  no  diftindlion  here  ;  come,    fpread  their 

(thrones. 
And  near  me  feat  my  fav'rites  and  my  fons. 

4  I,  their  Almighty  Saviour  and  their  God, 
I  am  their  Judge  :  ye  heav'ns  proclaim  abroad 
My  juft  eternal  fentence,  and  declare 

Thofe  awful  truths  which  fjnaers  dread  to  hear  ; 
Sinners  in  Sion,  tremble  and  retire  ; 
I  doom  the  painted  hypocrite  to  fire  1 

5  Not  for  the  want  of  goats  or  bullocks  flain» 
Do  I  condemn  thee  :  bulls  and  goats  are  vain  : 
Without  the  flames  of  love  :  in  vain  the  ftore 
Of  brutal  offerings  which  were  mine  before  ; 
Mine  are  the  tamer  bealls  and  favagc  breed, 
Plocks,  herds,  and  fields,  and  forefti,  where  they 

(feed. 

6  If  I  were  hungry,  would  I  aik  thee  food  ? 
When  did  I  thiril,  or  drink  thy  bullock's  blood  ? 
Can  I  be  flatter'd  with  thy  cringing  bows. 
Thy  (olemn  chatt'rings  and  fantaftic  vows  ? 
Are  my  eyes  charm M  thy  veilments  to  behold. 
Glaring  in  gems,  and  gay  in  woven  gold  ? 

7  Unthinking  wretch  I  how  could'ft  thou  hope  to 

(pleafe 
A  God,  a  Spirit,  with  fuch  toys  as  thefe  ? 
While,  with  ray  grace  and /la^utes.  on  thy  tongu?. 


P  S  A  L  M     L,  99 

Thoulov'fl  ceceic,  and  dcCi  thy  brother  wrong  5 
In  vain  to  pious  forms  thy  zeal  pretends. 
Thieves  and  adult'rers  are  thy  chofen  friends. 

8  Silent  I  waited  with  long-fufPring  love, 
Butdidft  thou  hope  that  I  Ihould  ne'er  reprove  ? 
And  cherilli  fuch  an  imp'ous  thought  within, 
That  God,  ths  right'ous  would  indulge  thy  fin  ? 
Behold  my  terrors  now  ;  my  thunders  roll. 
And  thy  own  crimes  affright  thy  guilry  foul  i 

9  Sinners  awake  betimes  ;  ye  fools,  be  wife  ; 
Awake,  before  this  dreadful  morning  rife  : 
Change  your  vain  thoughts,  yoar  crooked  ways 

(amend  ; 
Fly  to  the  Saviour,  make  the  Judge  your  frie^nd  j 
Left,  like  a  lion,  his  lafl  veng'ance  tear 
Your  trembling  fouls,  and  no  deliv'rer  near. 

PSALM    L, 

Tie  lajt  Judgment. 

1  ^"T^HE  God  of  glory  fends  his  fuiamons  forth  ; 

JL    Calls  x.\iQSouth  nations  &  awakes  theAV/^  j 
From  Eaji  to  WeJ}  the  fov'reign  orders  fpread 
Thro'  diftant  worlds,  and  regions  of  the  dead, 
The  trumpet  founds  ;  hell  tremhles  ;  hea^fn  rejoices  ; 
hift  up  your  heads,  ye  faints,  nvith  chearful  -voices* 

2  No  more  Ihall  ath'ills  mock  his  long  delay. 
His  veng'ance  fleeps  no  more;  behold  the  day  1 
Behold  the  Judge  defcends,  his  guards  are  nigh  I 
Tempeft  and  iire  attend  him  down  the  Iky, 
When  God  appears,  all  nature  Jhall  adcre  him  : 
While  finners  tremble,  faints  rejoice  before  him, 

3  **  Heav'n,  earth,  and  hell  draw  near  ;  let  all 

(things  come 
*'  To  hear  my  juftice  and  the  finner's  doom  ; 
•*  Bat  gather  firft  my  faints,  the  Judge  commands ; 
I  2  Bring 


loo  P  S  A  L  M    L. 

*'  Brins:  them,  ye  angels,  from  their  <IIftant  land's^ 
When  Chrill  returns^,  ^^ivake  cv^ry.  chearful pajjlatit. 
And  polity  y.e  faints ^  be  comes  for  your  fahjutiou 

4  *'  Behold  my  cov'nant  {lands  for  ever  good, 

*'  Seal'd  by  th'  eternal  facrifjce  in  blood  ! 

**  And  iign'd  with  ali  their  names  ;    the  Greek y 

(the  Jei'jy 
*'  Who  paid  the  antient  worfhipor  the  new, 
7'here^s  no  diftincV-on  here  ^  join  ail  your  a^cicfs. 
And  r  a  if e  your  heads  ye  faints  y  for  hta^v^n  rejoices » 

5  **  Kcfe,  (faith  the   Lord)    ye  angels,    fpreiid 

(their  thrones^ 
*'  And  near  me  feat  my  f^v'rites  and  ray  fons, 
*'  Come  my  redeem'd,  pofTefs  the  joy  prepared, 
*'  Ere  time  began  ;  'tis  your  divine  revrard. 
IVhcn  Chrift  returns^  ^nvake  e-'v^'ry  ch  earful  pa fjiony 
And  fhoiit  ye  faint  Sy  hi  cc  me  s  for  your  fahation. 

Pause     the     iirl!:. 

6  **  I  am  the  Saviour,  I  th'  Almighty  God, 

**  I  am  the  Judge,  ye  heav'n'^s,  proclaim  abroad; 
*'  My  jull  eternal  fentence,  and  declare 
*'  Thofe  awful  truths  which  finners  dread  to  hear.. 
When  God  appears,  all  nature  Jb all  adore  him  ; 
While  fnners  tremhU,  Jaints  rejoice  before  him. 

7  *'  Stand  forth,  thou  bold  blafphemer,  and  pro- 

(fane, 
**  Now  feel  my  wrath,  nor  call  my  threat'nings 

(vain  ; 
"  Thou  hypocrite,  once  drell  in  faint's  attire, 
<*  I  doom  the  painted  hypocrite  to  fire. 
'Judgment  proceeds  !  hell  trembles  I  hea^u^n  rejoices  /' 
Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  jaintSy  'vjith  chearful  'unices. 

8  "  Not  for  the  want  of  goats,  or  bullocks  Haia 
*'■  Do  I  condemn  thee  ;  bulls  aid  goats  are  vain, 
**  Without  the  flames  of  love  ;  in  vain  the  ilore- 

'-'  or 


P  S  A  L  M    L,  101 

*'  Of  brutal  offerings  which  were  mine  before  i 
Earth  is  the  Lord'/,  all  nature  Jh all  cdcre  him  : 
While  finners  tremble t  faints  rejoice  before  him. 

9  **  If  I  were  hungry,  would  I  afk  thee  food  ? 
•'  When  did  I  thirft,  or  drink  thy  bullock's  blood  I 
**  Mine  are  the  tamer  beafts  and  favage  breed, 
**  Flocks,  herds,    and  fields,  and  forefts    where 

(they  feed. 
All  is  the  Lord'j;,  he  rules  the  ^juide  creation  ; 
Gives  finners  ^eng'ance,   and  the  faints  fslt'aticK. 

10  "  Can  I  be  flatter'd  with  thy  cringing  bows, 
**  Thy  folemn  chatt'rings,  and  fantaftic  vows  f 
**  Are  my  eyes  charm'd  thy  veftments  to  beholdr 
*'  Glaring  in  gems,  and  gay  in  woven  gold  ? 

Go  D   is  the  judge  ef  hearts  :  na  fair  difguifes 
Can  fcreen  the  guilty  luhen  his  <veng* ance  rij'es^ 

Pause     the     feconcJ, 

5 1   ''   Unthinking,  wretch  I  how  could'fl;   thoa 

(hope  to  pleafe 
*'  A  God,  a  Spirit,  with  fuch-  toys  as  thefe  ? 
"  While,with  ray  grace  andftatuteson  thy  tongue 
*'  Thou  lov'ft  deceit,  anddoft  thy  brother  wrong  ; 
judgment  proceeds  /  hell  trembles  !  hea^v^n  rejoices  / 
Lift  up  y cur  heads,  ye  faints  3  Kviih  chearful  'voices* 

!2  *'  In  vain  to  pious  forms  thy  zeal  pretends, 
•*  Thieves  and  adulterers  are  thy  chofen  friends; 
**  While  the  falfe  flatt'rer  at  my  altar  waits, 
'*  His  harden 'd  foul  divirie  inftru£lion  h^tes. 
God   is  the  judge  of  hearts  ;   7w  fair  difgufes 
Can  fcreen  the  guilty  y  ^^hen  his  iseng^ance  rifs. 

!3  "  Silent  I  waited  with  long-fufPring  love  % 
•*  But  didff  thou  hope  that  I  (liould  ne*er  ieprove^ 
•*  And  cherifh  fuch  an  imp'ous  thought  within  f 
*'  That  the  all-holy  would  indulge  thy  fin  I 
See,  God  appears,  all  nature  joins  t^  adore  him, 
fudgmsnt  pVQ:e£ds,  and  finmrs  fall  before  him. 

1  3  14  '-'  Behold 


loz         PSA  I-.  M    LL 

14  *'  Behold  my  terrors  new  ;  my  thunders  roW, 
"  And  thy  own  crimes  ai^'right  thy  guilty  foui  :: 
"  Now,  like  a  lion,  fhaH  my  veng'ance  tear 
*'  Thy  bleeding  heart,  and  no'  deliv'rer  near.'* 
Judgment  concludes  ;  hell  trembles  i  heanj' n  rejoices  ;; 
Lift  up  your  heads ^  ye  faints,  ^jjith  cheerful  'voiuu. 
Epiphonema* 

t^  Slnner-j,  awake  betimes  ;  ye  fools  be  wife  ; 
Awake,  before  this  drdadial  morning  rife, 
Change  your  vain  thoughts,  your  crooked  works^ 

(amend. 
Fly  to  the  Saviouy,  make  the  judge  your  friend;.. 
*2' hen  join  y  \e  faints,  '<vjake  e-vry  chearfd  paffion  ; 
When  Chrifl  returns,  he  comes  for  your  jalnjat  ion. 
P  S  A  L  M     LI.     Flrfi  Pari,     Long  Metre. 
A  penitent  pleading  for  pardon^ 

1  Q  H  E  W  pity,  Lor4  ;  O  Lord  !  forgiv3> 
i3  Let  a  repenting  rebel  live  ; 

Are  not  thy  mercies  large  and  rree  .^^ 
May  not  a  linner  truft  in  thee  ? 

2  My  crimes  are  great,  but  not  furpafs^ 
The  pcw'r  and  glory  of  thy  gracie  : 
Great  God,  thy  nature  hathno  bound  t' 
So  let  thy  pard'ning  graoe  be  found. 

5  O  wafh  my  foul  from  ev'ry  iin  ! 
And  make  ray  guilty  eonfcience  clean  : 
H^re,  on  my  heart,  my  burden  lies  ; 
And  pafl  offences  pain  mine  eyes, 

4  My  lips  with  fliame  my  fms  confefa- 
Againlt  thy  law,  againft  thy  grace  :. 
Lord,  iliould  thy  judgment  grow  fev^re, 
I  am  condemn'd,  but  thou  art  clear. 

5  Should  fudden  veng'ance  feize  my  breath> 
1  mult  pronounce  thee  juil:  in  death  ; 

And  if  my  foui  were  fent  to  hell, 

I'hy  righteous  lav/  approves  it  well.  6  Yet 


6  Yet  lave  a  trembling  finner,  Lord^- 
Whofe  hope  fHll  ho V 'ring  round  thy  word;. 
Wouidligiit  on  Tome  f^veet  promife  there. 
Some  fureiapport  againft  defpair. 

PS:A.L.  M:    LL.    Secom^  Part.  LongMetmi,. 

Original  and  aBital Jin  confejfed,. 

%  TT   O-R.D,  I  am^vile,  eonceiv'din  {in^„ 

JL/  And  born,  unholy  and  unclean^ 
Sprung  from  the  man  whole  guiky  fall- 
Corrupts  his  race  and  taints  us  all. 

2  Soon  as  we  draw  our  infant  Breath,, 
The  feeds  of  fm  grow  up  for  death  ;. 
Thy  law  demands  a  perieft  heart. 
But  we- re  deftFd  in  ev'ry  part.. 

[3  Great  God,  create  my  heart  anew^ 
And  form  my  fpiric  pure  and  true  j. 
O  make  me  wife  betimes,  to  fpy 
My  danger,  and  my  remedy...]. 

4,  Behold,  I  fall  before  thy  face  j. 
My  only  refuge  is  thy  grace  ; 
No  outward  forms  can  make  me  clean  !' 
The  leprofy  lies  deep  within. 

5^  Nor  bleeding  bird,  nor  bleeding  Beafl;. 
Nor  hyflbp  branch,  nor  fprlnkling  prieft^. 
Nbr  running  brook,  nor  flood,  nor  fea,. 
Can  wa(h:  the  difmal'  ftain  away.. 

6  Jefas,  my  Goo,  thy  blood  alone 
Hath  pow'r  fufficient  to  atone  ; 

Thy  blood  can  make  rae  vvhit€  as  fhcw  5:. 
No  y^-xy.^  types  could  clean fe  me  fo. 

7  While  guilt  diftbrbs  and  breaks  my  psace^, 
Nor  flefli,  nor  foul,  hath  reft  oreafe, 

Lord,  let  me  hear  thy  pard^ni^g  voices 
Aad  msks  nsy  broken  bones  rejoice. 

P  S  A  L  M 


104         PSALM    LL 

PSALM  LI.   Third  Part,  Long  Metre. 

The  backflidir  rejlored  ;  or,    repentance  and  faith 

in  the  Blood  o/"Chrift. 

1  C\  Thou,  who  hear'll  when  Tinners  cry  ! 
V^  The'  all  my  crimes  before  thee  He,. 

Behold  tkem  not  with  angry  look. 
But  blot  their  mem'ry  from  thy  book. 

2  Create  ray  nature  pure  within. 
And  form  my  foul  averfe  to  fm  ; 
Let  thy  good  Spirit  ne'er  depart. 
Nor  hide  thy  prefenae  from  my  heart,^ 

5  I  cannot  live  without  thy  li^ht, 
Caft  out  and  banifh*d  from  thy  fig-ht  : 
Thine  holy  joys,  my  God,  reftore  ; 
And  guard  me  that  I  fall  no  more. 

4  Tho'  I  have  griev'd  thy  Spirit,  Lordjr 
His  help  and  comfort  ftill  afford  : 

And  let  a  wretch  come  near  thy  throne- 
To  plead  the  merits  of  thy  Son. 

5  A  broken  heart,  my  God,  my  King, 
Is  all  the  facrifice  I  bring  ; 

The  God  of  grace  will  ne'er  defpife 
A  broken  heart  for  facrifice. 

6  My  foul  li«s  humbled  in  the  duft. 
And  owns  thy  dreadful  fentence  juft  ;' 
Look  down,  O  Lord,  with  pit'ing  eye. 
And  fave-the  foul  condemn'd  to  die. 

7  Then  will  I  teach  the  world  thy  ways  ; 
Sinners  fliall  learn  thy  fov'reign  grace  ; 
I'll  lead  them  to  my  Saviour's  blood. 
And  they  fhall  praife  a  pard'ning  God. 

8  O  may  thy  love  infpire  my  tongue  ! 
Salvation  fliall  be  all  my  fong  ; 

And  all  my  pow'rs  fliall  join  to  blefs 
The  Lord  my  flrength  and  rieht'oufnefs. 

PSALM 


P  S  A  L.  M    O,  505 

PSALM    IJ.    Firji  Part.    Common  Metre. 

Original  and  actual  fin  confejj'ed  and  pardoned, 

\    TT    O  R  D,  I  would  %read  my  fore  diilrcfs 

j   V     And  guilt  before  thine  eyes  ; 
Againft  thy  laws,  againll  thy  grace 
How  high  my  crimes  arife  I 

2  Shourd'lt  thou  condemn  m^  foul  to  heil>. 
And  crufii  my  flefh  to  dult, 

Heav'^n  would  approve  thy  vengeance  well^ 
And  earth  m.ull  own  it  jull. 

3  I  from  the  llock  of  Adam.  camff» 
Unholy  and  unclean  j 

All  my  orig.inal  is  feame^ 
And  all  my  nature  fm^ 

4  Born  in  a  world  of  guilt,  I  drew 
Contagion  with  my  breatb. 

And  as  my  days  advanced,  1  grew 
A  j  after  prey  iWdeatb. 

5  Cleanfe  me>  O  Lord  1  and  chear  my  foiil 
With  thy  forgiving  love  ; 

0  make  my  broken  fpirrt  whoIe> 
And-  bid  my  pains  remove. 

6  Let  not  thy  fpirit  quite  depart^ 
Nor  drive  m&  from  thy  face  ; 

Create  anew  my  vicious  heart, 
Aad  fill  it  with,  thy  grace ^ 

7  Then  will  I  make  tky  mercy  knowR^ 
Before-  the  fons  of  men  ; 

Backiliders  fball  addrefs  tky  throne. 
And  turn  to  Gc'i>  again. 

PSALM     LI.       Second  Fart, 

Repentance  and  faith  in-  the  blood  of  Chrif... 

1  /^   God  of  mercy,  hear  my  call^ 
\Ji-     My  load  of  guilt  rsmovej. 


io6        PSALM     LIIL 

Break  down  the  feparating  wall 
Which  bars  me  from  thy  love. 

2  Give  me  the  prefence  of  thy  grace. 
Then  my  rejoicing  tongue 

Shall  fpeak  alond  thy  righc'oufnefs. 
And  make  thy  praiie  my  fong. 

3  No  blood  of  goats  nor  heifers  fiain 
For  fin  could  e'er  atofte  ; 

The  death  of  Chriftihall  Hill  remain 
Sufficient  and  alone. 

4  A  foul  oppreft  with  fin's  defert 
My  God  will  ne'er  defpife  ; 

A  humble  groan,  a  broken  heart 
Is  our  belt  facrifice. 

PSALM      LIII. 

FiSicry  and  deli'verance  from  psrfecution, 

1  A    R  E  all  the  foes  of  Sic-:  fools 
X3L     Who  thus  devour  her  faints  ? 

Do  they  not  know  the  Saviour  rules. 
And  pities  her  complaints  r 

2  They  fhall  befeiz'd  with  fad  furprife  ; 
For  God's  revenging  arm 

Scatters  the  bones  of  thofe  who  rife 
To  do  his  children  harm. 

3  In  vain  the  fons  of  Satan  boaft 
Of  armies  in  array  ; 

When  God  has  firit  defpijl^d  their  hoft 
They  fall  an  eafy  prey. 

4  O  for  a  word  from  5:5 v's  King 
Her  captives  to  reftere  ! 

Jacch,  vv'ith  ail  his  tribes  fhall  iing, 
Aiid  jiidJi  weep  no  more. 


PSALM 


PSALM     LV.  107 

PSALM     LV.    Common  Metr«?, 
Support  for  the  affJded  and  tempted fouL 

1  r^  God,  my  refuge  !  hear  my  cries, 
\^     Behold  my  flowing  tears. 

For  earth  and  hell  my  hurt  devife. 
And  triumph  in  my  fears. 

2  Their  rage  is  levell'd  at  my  life. 
My  foul  with  guilt  they  load. 

And  fill  my  thoughts  with  inward  flrife 
To  fhake  my  hope  in  God. 

3  With  inward  pain  my  heart-ftrings^found, 
I  groan  with  ev'ry  breath  : 

Horror  and  fear  befet  me  rouad 
Among  the  Ihades  of  death. 

4  O  were  I  like  a  feather'd  dove  I 
And  iinocence  had  wings  ; 

I'd  fly,  md  make  a  long  remove 
,  From  all  thefe  reftlefs  things. 

5  Let  ne  to  fome  wild  defart  go. 
And  find  a  peaceful  home  ; 

Where  fl:orms  of  malice  never  blow. 
Temptations  never  come. 

6  Van  hopes  and  vain  inventions  all, 
llf>  Tcape  the  rage  of  hell  ! 

Th/mighty  God,  on  whom  I  call, 
^an  fave  me  here  as  well. 

7  py  morning-light  I'll  feek  his  face, 
"  t  noon  repeat  my  cry, 
e  night  fhall  hear  me  aik  his  grace, 
N'or  will  he  long  deny. 

God  fhall  preferve  my  foul  frem  fear  ; 
Or  ihield  me  when  afraid  : 
*?en  thoufand  angels  mull  appear, 
\i)iQ  commands  their  aid'. 

I  cafl  my  burdens  on  the  Lord, 

The  Lord  fuftains  them  all  ;  My 


xo8  P  S  A  L  M    LV. 

My  courrige  refts  upon  his  word. 
That  faints  fnall  never  fall. 

lo  My  highell  hopes  fhall  not  be  vain. 

My  lips  ftiall  fprcad  his  praife  ; 
While  cruel  and  deceitful  men 
Scarce  live  out  half  their  days. 

PSALM     LV.       Shorl  Metre. 

Dangerous  prof  per  ity  \  or,  daily  de<-jot  ton  encoura^ea, 

1  T    E  T  finners  take  their  courfc, 
X_y     And  choofe  the  road  to  death  ^ 

But  in  th«  worHiip  of  ray  God  \ 

I'll  fpend  my  daily  breath. 

2  My  thoughts  addrefs  his  throne 
When  morning  brings  the  light  ; 

I  feek  his  blefllng  evVy  noon. 
And  pay  my  vows  at  night. 

3  Thou  wilt  regard  my  cries, 
O  my  eternal  God  \ 

While  finncrs  perifh,  in  furprife 
Beneath  thine  angry  rod. 

4  Becaufe  they  dwell  at  etife. 
And  no  fad  changes  feel. 

They  neither  fear  nor  truft  thy  name,  ^ 

Nor  learn  to  do  thy  will. 

5  But  I,  with  all  my  cares. 
Will, lean  upon  the  Lord  ; 

I'll  cafl:  my  burdens  on  his  arm. 
And  reft  upon  his  word. 

6  His  arm  fliall  well  fullain 
The  children  of  his  love  ; 

The  ground  on  which  their  fafety  {lands 
No  earthly  pow'r  can  move, 

PSALM 


PSALM    LVL         109 

^  PSALM    LVL 

Qsii'verance  frojn  opprejion  andfalpccd  ;  or,  Co^^s 
<ar€  of  his  pecpk  in  anfiver  to  faith  and  prajer* 

t    jT^  Thou  1  w-hofe  juftice  reigns  on  highj 
\J     And  makes  th'  oppreiTor  ceafe^ 

Behold  how  env'ous  iinners  try- 
To  vex  and  break  my  peace. 

2  The  Tons  of  violence  and  lies 
Join  to  devour  me.  Lord  ; 

But  as  my  hourly  dangers  rife. 
My  refuge  is  thy  word, 

3  In  God  mod  holy,  juft  and  tniCp 
I  have  repos'd  my  truft  ; 

Nor  will  I  fear  what  flefh  can  do. 
The  offspring  of  the  dull. 

4  They  wreft  my  words  to  mifchief  flill. 
Charge  me  with  unknown  faults  ; 

Mifchief  doth  all  their  counfels  HII,  :r 

,     And  malice  ail  their  thoughts. 

5  Shall  they  efcape  without  thy  frown  r 
Mull  their  devices  ftand  ? 

1  O,  cafe  the  haughty  Tinner  down, 
And  let  him  know  thy  hand  ! 

Pause, 

6  God  counts  the  (orrows  of  his  faints. 
Their  groans  attedl  his  ears  ; 

Thou  haft  a  book  for  my  complaints, 
A  bottle  for  my  tears. 

7  When  to  thy  throne  I  raife  my  cry. 
The  wicked  fear  and  flee  ; 

So  fwift  is  pray'r  to  reach  the  fky. 
So  near  is  God  to  me. 

8  tn  thee,  moil:  holy,  jirft  and  true^ 
I  have  reposed  my  traft  ; 


no         PSALM    LVIL 

Nor  will  I  fear  what  man  can  do. 
The  offspring  of  the  dull. 

9  Thy  folemn  vows  are  on  me,  Lord  : 
Thou  fhalt  receive  my  praiie  ; 

I'll  fing,  Ho^xv  faithful  is  thy  ^.vcrd  ; 
/roav  righteous  ail  thy  nuays  I 

10  Thou  haft  fecur'd  my  foul  from  death, 
O  fet  thy  pris'ner  free  ! 

That  heart  and  hand,  and  life  an(J  breath. 
May  be  employ'd  for  thee. 

PSALM      LVU. 
Praife  for  protcSlion,  grace  and  truth. 

1  T\/rY  God,  in  whom  are  all  the  fprings 
XVX  Of  boundlefs  love  and  grace  unknown. 

Hide  me  beneath  thy  fpreading  wings, 
'Till  the  dark  cloud  is  overblown. 

2  Up  to  the  heav'ns  I  fend  my  cry. 
The  Lord  will  my  defires  perform ; 
He  fends  his  angels  from  the  ftcy. 

And  faves  me  from  the  threatening  Ilorm* 

3  Be  thou  exalted,  O  my  God  I 
Above  the  heav'ns,  where  angels  dwell  j 
Thy  pow'r  on  earth  be  known  abroad. 
And  land  to  land  thy  wonders  tell. 

4  My  heart  is  fix'd  ;  my  fong  Ihall  ralfe 
Immortal  honors  to  thy  name  ; 
^wake,  my  tongue,  to  found  his  praife  ; 
My  tongue,  the  glory  of  ray  frame. 

5  High  o'er  the  earth,  his  mercy  reigns. 
And  reaches  to  the  utmoft  Iky  ; 

His  truth  to  endlefs  years  remains. 
When  lower  worlds  dilfolve  and  die. 

6  Be  thou  exalted,  O  my  God  ! 
Above  the  heav'ns,  where  angels  dwell  ; 
Thy  pov,'r  on  earth  be  known  abroad. 
And  land  to  Uii-d  tliy  wonders  tell. 

r  S  A  L  M 


PS  A  L  M    LVIIL    -     lu 

P  S  A  L  Pvl      LVIII. 
Warning  to  magijirates. 
1    TUD  G  E  S,  who  rule  the  world  by  laws, 
J    "Cfill  ye  defpife  the  right'ous  caufe. 
When  th*  injur'd  poor  before  you  {land  \ 
Dare  ye  condemn  the  right'ous  poor. 
And  let  rich  finners  'fcape  fecure. 

While  gold  and  greatnefs  bribe  your  hands^ 

z  Have  ye  forgot,  or  never  knew. 
That  God  will  judge  the  judges  too  ? 

High  in  th6 heavens  his  juftice  reigns  ; 
Yet  you  invade  the  rights  of  God, 
And  fend  your  bold  decrees  abroad 

To  bind  the  confcience  in  your  chains. 

3  A  poifon'd  arrow  is  your  tongue. 
The  arrrow  iharp,  the  poifon  flrong. 

And  death  attends  where  e'er  it  wounds  % 
You  hear  no  counfels,  cries  or  tears  5 
So  the  deaf  adder  flops  her  ears 

Againll  the  pow'r  of  charming  founds. 

4  Break  out  their  teeth,  eternal  God, 
Thofe  teeth  of  lions  dy'd  in  blood  ; 

And  crulh  the  ferpents  in  the  duft  : 
As  empty  chaff  when  whirldwinds  rife. 
Before  the  fweeping  tempeft  flies. 

So  let  their  hopes  and  names  be  loil. 

5  Th'  Almighty  thunders  from  the  iky  1 
Their  grandeur  melts,  their  titles  die  ; 

As  hills  of  fnow  diiTolve  and  run. 
Or  fnails  which  perifhin  their  flime  ! 
Or  births  which  come  before  their  time. 

Vain  births  which  never  fee  the  fun  \ 

6  Thus  (hall  the  veng'ance  of  the  Lord 
Safety  and  joy  to  faints  afford  ; 

And  all  who  here,  fhall  join  and  fay 

K3  *'  Sure 


112     PSALM    LX.  LXL 

•*  Sure  thelr's  a  God  who  ruTes  on  higji^ 
*'  A  God  who  hears  his  children  cry, 
**  Aiid  will  thjeir  fuiPrings  well  repay.." 

P  S  A  L  M     LX. 

On  a  day  of  humiliation  for  difapp  ointments  in  jjar.^ 
1    T     O  R  D ,  ha  ft  thou-  cail  Ne^ -England  oS  t 

j  J-    Muft  we  for  ever  mourn  ? 
Wilt  thou  indulge  immortal  wrath  ? 

Shall  mercy  ne'er  return  ? 

$  The  terror  of  one  frown  of  thine- 

Melts  all  our  ilrength  away  ; 
Like  men  who  totter,  drunk  with,  wine,. 

We  tremble  in  difmay,. 

3  N^njo- England  fhakes  beneath  thy  ftroke*- 
And  dreads  thy  threat'ning  hand; 

0  heal  the  people  thou  haS  broke* 
Reftore  the  trembling  land. 

4  Lift  up  a  banner  in  the  fieldV 
For  tkefe  wno  fear  thy  name  :- 

Save  thy  beloved  v/ith  thy  fhieldj>- 
And  put  our  foes  to  fname. 

5  Go  with  our  armies  to  the  fight 
Like  a  confed'rate  God  : 

In  vaia  confed'rate  powers  unite 
Againft'  thy  lifted  rod. 

6  Our  troops  fhall  gain  a  wide  renown; 
By  thine  affiflrng  hand  y 

Tis  God  who  treads  the  mighty  down,, 
And  makes  the  feeble  fland. 

PSALM      LXL 

Safety  in  God. 

1  TTTHENoverwhelru'd  with  grief/ 

VV       My  heart  within  me  dies> 
Uelplers,  and  faint  from  all  relief,. 

To  iieav'n  i  lift  mine  eyest«.  ^  ^ 


PSALM    LXII.  113 

2  O  lead  me  to  the  Rock 
That's  high  above  my  head  V 

And  make  the  covert  of  thy  wings 
My  (helter  and  my  Ihade. 

3  Within  thy  prefence.  Lord, 
For  ever  I'll  abide  ; 

Thou  art  the  tow'r  of  my  defence. 
The  refuge  where  I  hide. 

4  Thou  giveft  me  the  lot 

Of  thofe  who  fear  thy  name  ; 
If  endlefs  life  be  their  reward, 
I  ihall  polTefs  the  fame. 

PSALM      LXII, 

No  truji  In  the  creatures  ;  or,  faith  in  di-vme  gr£i:c 
and  fo^joer. 

1  ']\  >T  Y  fpirit  looks  to  God  alone  ; 
J^VJl     ^y  o'^'^y  refuge  is  his  throne  i 

In  all  my  fears,  in  all  my  flraits. 
My  foul  on  his  falvation  waits. 

2  Truft  him  ye  faints,  in  all  your  ways^ 
Pour  out  your  hearts  before  his  face  ; 
"When  helpers  fail,  and  foes  invade, 
God  is  our  all-fufTicient  aid. 

3  Falfe  are  the  men  of  high  degree^. 
The  bafcr  fort  are  vanity  ; 

Laid  in  the  balance,  both  appear 
Light  as  a  puff  of  empty  air. 

4  Make  not  increafing  gold  your  trail;, 
Nor  fet  your  heart  on  glitt'ring  dufl  ; 
Why  will  you  grafp  the  fleeting  fmoke. 
And  not  believe  what  Gob  has  fpoke, 

5  Once  has  his  awful  voice  declared. 
Once  and  again  my  ears  have  hearM, 
•'  All  pow'r  is  his  eternal  due  ^ 

•*  He  mull  be  fear'd  and  trufled  toc.'^ 

K  3  6  For 


ti4       PSALM    LXrO. 

6  For  rov'reign  pow'r  reigns  not  alone, 
Grace  is  a  partr.er  ofthe  throne  :. 
Thy  grace  and  juftice,  mighty  Lord, 
Shall  well  divide  oar.  1  aft  reward. 

PSALM  LXm.   FirfiBart,  CommonT^Cetm 

^he  mcrning  of  a  Lord^s  day. 

1  Yj    ARL  Y,  my  God,  without  delay^ 
X^jr    i  ^^'^^  to  feek  thy  face  ;: 

My  thirfty  fpirit  faints  away, 
Without  thy  chearing  graces 

2  So  pilgrims  on.  the  fcorchiiVg  fand' 
Beneath  a. burning  llty, 

Long  for  a-  cooling  itreajn  at  hand. 
And  they  rauil  drink.,  or  die. 

3  Tve  feen  thy  glory  and  thy  pow'r- 
Thro*  all  thy  temple- ihine  ; 

My  God,  repeax  that  heav'nly  hottr> 
That  vifion  fo  divine. 

4  Not  all,  the  bleSingsof  a  feafl 
Can-pleafe  my  foul  fo  well. 

As  when  thy  richer  grace  I  tailcj,. 
And  ia  thy  prefence  dwell. 

5  Not  life  itfelf,  with  all  her  joys-. 
Can  my  be  ft  paftions  mov€. 

Or  raife  fo  high  my  chearfwl  voice- 
As  thy,  forgiv-ng  love. 

4  Thus  *ti!i  nvy  lali  expiring  day,, 

1*11  blefs  ray  God  and  King  ; 
Thus  will  I-  lift  my  hands  ta  pray,. 

And  tune  my  lips-  to  fin g. 

F  S  A  L  M      LXIiL     Sicond  Farf,. 
MidnigfA  thoughts  recolhSied; 
\  *ryr\  W  A.S  in  the  watches  of  th^  night 
JL       I  thought  upoa  thy  povv'i  i 


PSALM     LXIIL       115 

1  kept  thy  lovely  face  in  {ight 

Amidft  ths  darkeft  hour. 

2  My  flefh,  lay  reiting  on  my  bed* 
My  foul  arofe  on  high  ; 

2^j  God  I  my  Life  !  my  Hopey  I  faid^. 
Bring  thy /ah)atien  nigh. 

3  My  fpirit  labors  up  thine  hill. 
And  climbs  the  heav'nly  road  r 

But  thy  right-hand  upholds  me  ftill,, 
While  I  purfue  my  God. 

4  Thy  mercy  ftretches  o^er  my  head 
The  fhadow  of  thy  wings  j 

My  heart  rejoices  in  thine  aid» 
My  tongue  awakes,  andiings» 

5  But  the  deftroyers  of  my  peace 
Shall  fret  and  rage  in  vain  : 

The  temper  ihall  for  ever  ceafe. 
And  all  my  fins  be  flain. 

6  Thy  fword  fhall  give  my  foes  to  deatR> 
And  (^xtd  them  down  to  dwell 

In  the  dark  caverns  of  the  earth,. 
Or  to  the  depths  of  hell. 

PSALM       LXIir.       Long  Metre. 

Icngiiig  afttr  God  ;  or,,    the  lo^e  of  G^d  better  than- 

Ufe, 

I    t^  R  E  AT  Go D ,  indulge  my  humble  claim* 
VT     Thou  art  my  Hope,  my  Joy,  my  ReA  ^. 
The  glories  wh'ch  com pofe  thy  name 
Stand  all  engag'd  to  make  me  bleil, 

$  Thou  Great  and  Good,  thou  Jad  and  Wife, 

Thou  art  my  Father  and  my  Goo  j 

And  I  am  thine  by  ikcred  ties  ; 

Thy  fon,  thy  fervaat,  bought  with  blood,. 

3  W\th  heart,  and  eyes,  and  lifted  hands^ 
f^  ihg^e  I  long,  to  th^e  I  io-ik^ 

As 


ii6       PSALM    LXIII, 

As  travellers  in  thirdy  lands 
Pant  for  the  cooling  wacer-brook. 

4  With  early  feet  I  love  t'  appear 
Among  thy  faints,  and  feek  thy  face  ; 
Oft  have  I  feen  thy  glory  there, 
And  felt  the  pow'r  of  fov'reign  grace. 

5"  Not  fruits  nor  wines  which  tempt  our  tafle. 
Nor  all  the  joys  our  fenfes  know. 
Could  make  me  fo  divinely  bleft. 
Or  raife  my  chearful  pafTion  fo. 

6  My  life  itfelf,  without  thy  love. 
No  tafte  of  pleafure  could  afford  ; 
'Twould  but  a  tirefome  burden  prove. 
If"!  were  banifh'd  from  the  Lord. 

7  Amidfl  the  wakeful  hours  of  night. 
When  bufy  cares  aitlid  my  head. 

One  thought  of  thee  gives  new  delight. 
And  adds  refrefhment  to  my  bed. 

8  I'll  lift  my  hands,  I'll  raife  my  voice 
While  I  have  breath  to  pfray  or  praife  ; 
This  work  fhall  make  my  heart  rejoice. 
And  fpend  the  remnant  of  my  days. 

PSALM      LXIIL       Short  Metre. 

S^eeking  God, 

1  TtyrY  Go p,  permit  my  tongue 
l\  JL     '^^^s  joy,  to  call  thee  mine  : 

And  let  my  early  cries  prevail 
To  taHe  thy  love  divine, 

2  My  thirfty  fainting  foul 
Thy  mercy  does  implore  r 

Not  travellers  in  deiart  lands 
Can  pant  for  water  more. 

3  V/ithin  thy  churches.  Lord, 
I  long  to  find  my  p'  .re. 

Thy  pow'r  and  p;!^-    (o  behold. 
And  feel  thy  rj^iuck'ning  grace*  ^^  lo3 


PSALM     LXV.        117 

J^  For  life  without  thy  love 

No  relifh  can  afford  ; 
Ko  joy  can  be  compar'd  with  this^ 

To  ferve  ard  pleafe  the  Lord. 

5  To  thee  I'll  lift  my  hands. 
And  praife  thee,  while  I  live  ; 

Not  ail  the  dainties  of  a  feafl 
Such  food  or  pleafure  give. 

6  In  wakeful  hours  of  night 
I  call  my  God  to  mind  ; 

I  think  how  wife  ihy  coan{eIs  are^ 
And  all  thy  dealings  kind. 

7  Since  thou  haft  been  my  help. 
To  thee  my  fpirit  flies, 

^i^nd  on  thy  watchful  providence 
Pvly  cbearful  hope  relies. 

t  The  (hadow  of  thy  wings 

My  fou]  in  fafety  keeps  t 
I  follow  where  my  Father  leads. 

And  he  fupports  my  fteps. 

PSALM    LXV.     Fir/  Part.  Long  Metr£> 

Public  prayer  and  praife. 
!   'nr^H  E  praife  of.Sion  waits  for  thee, 

J^     My  God  ;  and  praUe  becomes  thy  hou^s 
There  lliall  thy  faints  thy  glory  fee, 
And  there  perform  their  public  vows. 

2  O  t}iou  !  whofe  mercy  bends  the  lkiesj> 
To  fave  when  humbk  finners  pray. 

All  lands  to  the e  fhali  lift  their  eyes, 
AndiHands  of  the  Northern  fea. 

3  Againfc  my  v/ill  my  fins  prevail. 
But  grace  Ihall  purge  av/ay  their  ftain  ; 
The  blood  of  Chrift  will  never  fail 
To  wafii  my  garments  white  again. 

4  Bkft  is  the  man  whom  thou  (halt  chufe 

And  give-  him  kind  accefe  to  tkee ;  ^'-^^ 


ii8        PSALM    LXV^ 

Give  him  a  place  wirhia  thy  houfe; 
To  tafle  thy  love  divinely  free. 

Pause. 

5  Let  Bahel  fear  when  Sion  prays  ; 
Bahel  prepare  for  long  diHreis, 
When  Sion'^  God  himfelf  arrays 
In  terror  and  in  right'oufnefs. 

6  With  dreadful  glory  God  fulfils 
What  his  afflided  faints  requefl  ; 
And  with  almighty  wrath  reveals 
His  love,  to  give  his  churches  reft. 

7  Then  (hal!  the  flocking  nations  rua 
To  5'w/s  hill  and  own  their  Lord  ; 
The  rifing  and  the  fetting  fun 

Shall  fee  the  Saviour's  name  ador'd. 

PSALM     LXV.      Second  Part.  Long  Metre 

Di'vine  pro-vidence  in  air,  earth  and  fea  ;    or,    th 

God  of  nature  and  grace. 
J   ^  \  ^  H  E  God  of  our  falvation  hears 

J.      The  groans  of  Sicn  mix'd  with  tears  ; 
Yet  when  he  comes  vvidi  kind  defigns. 
Through  all  the  way  his  terror  ihines. 

2  On  hiip.  the  race  of  man  depends. 
Far  as  the  earth's  remotell  ends. 
Where  the  Creator's  name  is  known 
By  natures  feeble  light  alone. 

3  Sailors  who  travel  o'er  the  flood, 
Addreis  their  frighted  fouls  to  Gop 
When  tempefts  rage,  and  billows  roar. 
At  dreadful  diflance  from  the  fhore. 

4  He  bids  the  noify  tempelt  ceafe. 
He  calms  the  raging  crowd  to  peace, 
W  en  a  tumult'ous  nutioa  raves. 
Wild  is  the  winds,  and  loud  as  waves. 

5  Whole 


PSALM    LXV.        rr^ 

5  Whale  kingdoms  fhaken  by  the  ftorm. 
lie  fettles,  in  a  peaceful  form  ; 
Mountains  eftablifn'd  by  his  hand. 
Firm  on  their  old  foundvitions  ftand. 

6  Behold  his  enfigns  fvveep  the  fky. 
New  ccmets  blaze,  and  lightnings  fly  ! 
The  Heathen  lands  with  ii^^  furprife. 
From  the  bright  horrors  turn  their  eyes. 

7  At  his  command  the  morning  ray 
Smiiei;  in  the  Eafi,  and  leads  the  day  : 
Ke  guides  the  fun's  declining  wheels 
Over  the  tops  oiWefiern  hills. 

8  Seafons  and  times  obey  his  voice  ; 
The  ev'ning  and  the  mcrn  rejoice 

To  fee  the  earth  made  fo ft  with  fhow'rs. 
Laden  with  fruit  and  dreft  in  fiow'rs. 

9  'Tis  from  his  watry  flores  on  high 
He  gives  the  thirfly  ground  fupply  ; 
He  vvaiks  upon  the  clouds,  and  thence 
Doth  hjs  enriching  drops  difpenfe. 

ic  The  defart  grows  a  fruitful  ^eld. 
Abundant  fruit  the  vallies  yield  ; 
The  vallies  fhout  with  chearful  voice. 
And  neighb'ring  hills  repeat  their  joys, 

1 1  The  palluresfmile  in  green  array. 
There  lambs  and  larger  cattle  play  j 
The  larger  cattle  and  the  lamb. 
Each  in  his  language  fpeaks  thy  name. 

12  Thy  works  pronounce  thy  pow*r  divine  ; 
O'er  ev'ry  field  thy  glories  fhine  ; 

Thro'  ev'ry  month  thy  gifts  appear  ; 
Great  God  1  thy  goodnefs  crowns  the  year. 


PSALM 


120        PSALM    LXV. 

PSALM  LXV.  Firfi  Part,  Common  Metre. 
A  prayer  hearing  Gody  and  the  Gentiles  called. 

1  TJ  RAISE  waits  in  Sion^  Lord,  ior  thee, 

j£^     There  Ihall  our  vows  be  paid  ; 
Thoa  haft  an  ear  wlien  finners  pray. 
All  fleih  fnail  feek  thine  aid. 

2  Lord  our  iniquities  prevail. 
But  pardoning  grace  is  thine. 

And  thou  wilt  grant  us  powV  and  fkill 
To  conquer  ev'ry  fin, 

3  BlelVd  are  the  men  whom  thcu  fhalt  chufc 
To  bring  them  near  thy  face, 

Oive  them  a  dwelling  in  thine  houfe 
To  fealt  upon  thy  grace. 

4  Iq  ani\v*r3ng  what  thy  church  requefls. 
Thy  truth  and  terror  fiiine. 

And  works  of  dreadful  right'oufnefs 
Fulfil  thy  kind  deugn. 

5  Thus  fhalt  the  wond'ring  nations  fee 
The  Lord  is  good  and  juft  ; 

And  diftant  ifirnd^  fly  to  thee. 
And  make  thy  name  their  truft. 

6  They  dread  thy  glitt'ring  tokens,  Lord, 
When  figns  in  heav'n  appear  ; 

But  they  (hall  learn  thy  holy  word. 
And  love  as  well  as  fear. 

PSALM       LXV.       Second  Part. 

I'he  providence  of  God  in  air^    earth  and  fea  ;  or. 
The  blejjtng  of  rain  ^ 

1  '"T^I  S  by  thy  ftrength  the  mountains  Hand, 

J^        God  of  eternal  pow'r  ! 
The  Tea  grows  calm  at  thy  command. 
And  tcmpeds  ceafe  to  roar. 

2  Tlie  morning  light  and  evening  (hadtf 
SucceCive  comforts  bring  ;  Thy 


PSALM    LXY.         121 

Tiiy  plent'oas  fruits  make  harveH  glad. 
Thy  flow'rs  adorn  the  fpring. 

3  Seafons  and  times,  and  moons  and  hours, 
Heav'n,  earth,  and  air  are  thine  ; 

When  clouds  diilill  their  fruitful  Ihovv'rs, 
The  Author  is  divine. 

4  Thofe  vvand'nng  cifierns  in  the  iky. 
Borne  by  the  winds  around. 

With  wat'ry  treafures  well  fupply 
The  furrows  of  the  ground. 

5  The  thirily  ridges  drink  their  fill. 
And  ranks  of  corn  appear  : 

Thy  ways  abound  with  bleffings  ftiil. 
Thy  goodnefs  crowns  the  year. 

PSALM     LXV.     Third  Part, 
The  hlejjlng  of  the  fpring  ;  or,  God  gi-ves  raln^ 
I  A  Pfalm  for  the  hufbandraan. 

!  I    r^  O  O  D  is  the  Lord,  the  heav'nly  King, 

^J"     Who  makes  the  earth  his  care  ; 
Vifits  the  paftures  ev'ry  fpring. 
And  bids  the  grafs  appear. 

2  The  clouds,  like  rivers,  rais'd  on  high.. 
Pour  out  at  thy  command 

Their  wat'ry  bleffings  from  the  flty. 
To  chear  the  thirfty  land, 

3  The  foften'd  ridges  of  the  field 
Permit  the  corn  to  fpring  ; 

The  vallies  rich  provifion  yield. 
And  the  poor  lab'rers  fmg. 

4  The  little  hills  on  ev'ry  fide 
Rejoice  at  falling  fhow'rs, 

The  meadows,  drefl  in  all  their  prid^e. 
Perfume  the  air  with  flow'rs. 

5.  The  barren  clods,  refrefh'd  with  rain, 
Prdmife  a  joyful  crop ; 


Ill        PSALM    LXVL 

The  parched  ground  looks  green  again. 
And  raife  the  reaper's  hope. 

6  The  var'ous  months  thy  goodnefs  crowns  5 

How  bount'ous  are  thy  ways  r 
The  bleating  flocks  fpread  o'er  the  downs 

And  ftiepherds  (hout  thy  praife. 

PSALM     LXVI.     Fir/}  Part, 

Gio^verning  pcrj:cr  and  goodnefs  ;    or,  our  grace  tried 
by  affiidions, 

1  O  I N  G,  all  ye  nations,  to  the  Lord, 
1^     Sing,  with  a  joyful  noife  ; 

With  melody  of  found,  record 
His  honors  and  your  joys. 

2  Say  to  the  pow'r  which  Ihakes  the  fky, 
**  How  terrible  art  thou  ! 

**  Sinners  before  thy  prefence  fly, 
*'  Or  at  thy  feet  they  bow." 

[-;  Come,  fee  the  wonders  of  our  God, 
How  glor'ous  are  his  ways  ! 

In  Mofes'  hand  he  pu-ts  his  rod. 
And  cleave  the  frighted  feas. 

4.  He  made  the  ebbing  channel  dry 

While  Ijr'el  pafs'd  the  flood  ; 
There  did  the  church  begin  their  joy. 

And  triumph  in  their  God.] 

5  He  rules  by  his  refiftlefs  might  : 
What  rebel  mortals  dare 

Provoke  th'  Eternal  to  the  fight. 
And  tempt  that  dreadful  war  ? 

6  O  blefs  our  Cod,  and  never  ceafe  1 
Ye  faints,  fulfil  his  praife  ; 

He  keeps  our  life,  maintains  our  peace. 
And  guides  our  doubtful  ways. 

;:  Lord,  thou  haft  prov'd  our  fufTring  fouls. 
To  make  our  graces  Ihine  - 

So 


PSALM    LXVI.  LXVII.  123   '  ^ 

So  iilver  bears  the  burning  coals. 
The  metal  to  refine. 

8  Thro'  wat'ry  deeps  and  Rry  ways. 

We  march  at  thy  command. 
Lead  to  poiTels  the  promis'd  place. 

By  thine  unerring  band. 

PSALM     LXVL      Second  Pari, 
Prai/e  to  God  for  hearing  prayer, 

'  "^^T  O  W  Ihali  my  folemn  vows  be  paid 

JL^      To  that  almighty  Pow*r 
Which  heard  the  long  requefis  I  made 

In  my  diftrefsful  hoar. 
■2  My  lips  and  chearfjl  heart  prepare 

To  make  his  mercies  known  ; 
Come,  ye  who  fear  my  God,  and  hear 

The  wonders  he  has  done. 

3  When  on  my  head  huge  forrows  fell,  ' 

I  fought  his  heav'nly  aid  : 
iHe  fav'd  my  finking  foul  from  hell. 

And  death's  eternal  (hade, 
4.  If  fm  lay  cover'd  in  my  heart, 
_  While  prayer  employed  my  tongue. 
The  Lord  had  fhewn  me  no  regard. 

Nor  I  his  praifes  fung. 

5  But  God  ( his  name  be  ever  blell) 

Has  {tt  my  fpirit  free  ; 
Sov  turn'd  from  him  my  poor  requefl. 

Nor  turn'd  his  heart  from  me. 

PSALM     LXVII. 

The  nation^ s  profperity,  and  the  church's  imreafu 

S^l^^l  "Eighty  God,  on  all  the  land. 
With  beams  of  heav'nly  erace  : 
leveal  thy  pow'r  thro'  all  our  coafls. 
And  fhew  thy  fmiling  face. 

1-2  [z  AmidH 


2C4        P  S  A  I.  M    LXVIIL 

[2  Amidft  our  States  exalted  htgli* 

Do  thou  oar  giory  llancU 
And,  like  a  wall  Ox^guard'an  fire> 

Surround  the  fav'rite  land..] 

3  V/hen  fhajl  thy  name,  frojji  fhore  to  fhorffj*, 
Sound  all  the  earth  abroad  ; 

And  diilant  nations  know  and  Iov(r 
Their  Saviour  and  their  God  I 

4  Sing  to  the  Lord,  ye  refcu'd  States^ 
Sing  load  with  folemn  voice  ; 

While  thankful  tongues  exalt  his  praife* 
And  grateful  hearts  rejoice. 

5  Re,  the  great  Lord,  the  fov' reign  Judg^>. 
Who  fits  entliron'd  above, 

Wifely  commands  the  vvocids  he  made,. 
In  juflicc  and  in  love. 

6  Earth  Hiail  obey  her  Maker's  wilU, 
And  yield  a  fdll  increafe  r. 

Our  God  will  crown  this  qhofen  cllmeii: 
With  fruitfuinefs  and  peace. 

7  God,  the  Redeemer,  fcatters  round! 
His  choicell  favors  here. 

While  ths  creation's  utmoit- bound. 
Shall  fee,  adore,  and  fear. 

P  S  A  L.  M-    LXVIIL     Fh-fi  Faru 
I'ht  'vengeance  and  compajjion  of  God, 
1    /'^  OD.  will  arife  in  aU  his  might, 

Vjr     And  put  the  trcops  of  hell  to  fiighlTs^ 
As  fmoke  which  fought  to  cloud,  thedkies,. 
Defore  the  riling  tempeil  flies... 

[2  He  comes  array *d  in  burning  flames  ; 
jull-ice  and  veng'ance  arc  his  names  ; 
Dehold  his  fainting  foes  expire 
Like  melting  wax  before  the  fire.] 

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PSALM    LXVIII,       125 

5  He  rides  and  thunders  thro'  the  fky  5 
His  name  Jehovah  founds  on  high  I 
Sing  to  his  name,  ye  ions  of  grace  ; 
Ye  faints,  rejoice  before  his  face  I 

4  The  widow  and  the  fatherlefs 
Fly  to  his  aid  in  fharp  dillrefs  : 
In  him  the  poor  and  helplefs  iind 
A  Judge  moll  juft,  a  Father  kind. 

5  He  breaks  the  captive's  heavy  chain. 
And  prisoners  fee  the  light  again  3 

But  rebels  who  difpute  his  will 
Shall  dwell  in  chains  and  darknefs  flilL 
Pa   u   s   e. 

6  'Kingdoms  and  thrones  to  God  belong  5 
Crown  him,  ye  nations,  in  your  fong  ; 
His  wond'rous  name  and  pow'rs  rehearfe  5 
His  honors  Ihall  enrich  your  verfe. 

7  He  fhakes  the  heav'ns  with  loud  alarms  5 
How  terrible  is  God  in  arms  ! 

In  IjVel  are  his  mercies  known, 
Ifr^el  is  his  peculiar  throne. 

8  Proclaim  him  King,  prflaounce  him  bleft  ! 
He's  your  defence,  your  joy,   your  reft  ; 
When  terrors  rife,  and  nations  faint, 

God  is  the  Itrength  of  ev'ry  faint* 

PSALM     LXVIII.    Second  Part, 

Chrifi^s  afcsjijiony  and  the  gift  of  the  Spirit, 

3   T     O  R  D,  when  thou  didft  afcend  on  Kigh^^ 

I   J  Ten  thoufand  angels  fill'd  the  Iky  : 
Thofe  heav'nly  guards  around  thee  wait. 
Like  char'ots  to  attend  thy  ilate, 

2  Not  Sinai's  mountain  could  appear 
More  glor'ous,  when  the  Lord  was  there  ; 
While  he  pronounc'd  his  dreadful  law. 
And  ftrugk  the  chofen  tribes  with  awe. 

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126     PSALM   Lxvrir. 

^  How  bright  the  triumph  none  can  lell,,, 
When  the  rebeU'ous  pow'rs  of  hell, 
"Which  thoufand  fouls  had  captive  made^, 
V/ere  all  in  chains  like  captiVes;  led' I 
4  Rais*d  by  his  Father  to  the  throne. 
He  fent  the  promis'd  Spirit  down 
With  gifts  and  grace  for  rebel  men> 
That  God  nriglit  dwell  on- earth  again. 

PSALM     LXVIII.     Third  Part, 

Fraife  for  ttmporal   hkj^jtgs  ;.  or,  common  and fpl- 
ritual  mercies, 

1  \  ¥  "^  S  blefs  the  Lord^  ths  jiiflr,  and  good, 

W     Who  hils  our  hearts  with  joy  and  food] 
Who  pours  hi-s  bleSngs  from  the  fkies. 
And  loads  our  days  with  rich  fupplies. 

2  He  fends  the  fun  his  circuit  round 

To  chear  the  fruits,  to  warm  the  ground  j 
He  bids  the  clouds  with  pient'ous  raia 
Refrelh  the  thirfty  earth  again. 

3  'Tis  to  his  care  we  ©we  our  breath> 
And  all  our  near  efcapc.v  from,  death  ;. 
Safety  and  health  t-o  God.  belong  ; 

He  heak  th«  weaJc  and  guards  the  flrong,. 

4  He  makes  the  faint  and  fmner  prove 
The  common  bleffin^s.  of  his  love  ; 
Put  the  wide  diiF' rence  which  remains. 
Is  endlefs  joys,  or  endiefs  pains. 

5  The  Lord,,  who  bruis'd  the  ferpent'^s  head> 
On  all  the  ferpent's-  feed  fhall  tread  ;. 

The  ftubborn  fmner's  hope  confound,. 
And  fmite  him  witii  a  lafting  wound.. 

6  But  his  right-hand  his  famts  fhall  raife 
From  the  deep  earth,  or  deeper  feas. 
And  bring  them  to  his  courts  above  ; 
There  fnall  they  tafte  hia  Ipecial  love. 

3?  S  A  L  M 


P  S  A  L  M     LXIX.       127 

PSALM  LXIX.  Flrfi  Part.  Common  Metre. 
The  Sufferings  of  Chriji  fer  our  fal'vation. 

1   '«   Q  A  VE  me,  O  God,  the  fweliing  floods 

1^     *'  B^reak  in  upon  my  foal  1 
j"  I  fink,  and  forrows  o'er  my  head 
*'  Like  mighty  waters  roll. 

1  ''  I  cry,  'till  all  my  wice  be  gone, 

*'  In  tears  I  wal^e  the  day  ; 
'■'■  My  God,  behold  my  longing  eyes  J 

**  And  (horten  thy  delay. 

3  "  They  hate  my  foul  without  a  caufe, 

**  And  ftili  their  number  grows 
f'  More  than  the  hairs  around  my  head, 

*'  And  mighty  are  my  foes. 

^  "  'Twas  then  I  paid  that  dreadful  defet 
''  Which  m^T\  could  never  pay, 
:  **  And  gave  thofe  honors  to  thy  law, 
;    «*  Which  ffnners  took  away." 

,,'  Thus,  in  the  great  MeiHah's  namej, 
'    The  royal  prophet  mourns  j 
Thus  he  awakes  our  hearts  to  grief. 
And  gives  us  joy  by  turns» 

)  **  Now  fhall  the  faints  rejoice  and  find 

*'  Salvation  in  my  name, 
'  For  I  have  borne  their  heavy  load 

**  Of  forrow^  pain  and  fhame. 

'  "  Grief  like  a  garment  cloth'd  me  round, 

**  And  fackcloth  was  my  drefs, 
*  While  I  procur'd  for  naked  fouls 

*•  A  robe  ©f  right'oufnefs. 

'^   Amongil  my  brethren  and  the  Jeixsa 
**  1  like  a  ftranger  ilood, 
'  And  bore  their  vile  reproach,  to  bring 
*'  The  Gentiks  near  to  God, 

9  '^  I 


i?8      PSALM     LXIX. 

9  "  I  came  in  finful  mortal's  ftead 
**  To  do  my  Father's  will  ; 

**  Yet  when  I  cleans 'd  my  Father's  houfr, 
**  They  Icandaliz'd  my  zeal. 

10  **  My  fading  and  my  holy  groans 
*'  Were  made  the  drunkard's  fong, 

•'  But  God,  from  his  celeil'al  throne 
**  Heard  my  complaining  tongue. 

11  "He  fav'd  me  from  the  dreadful  deep, 
"  Nor  let  my  foul  be  drown'i  ; 

*'  He  rais'd  and  fix'd  my  fmking  feet 
**  On  well  eftablifh'd  ground. 

12  *'  'Twas  in  a  moft  accepted  hour 
*'  My  pray'r  arofe  on  high, 

"  And  for  my  fake  my  God  fhall  hear 
**  The  dying  fmner's  cry.** 
PSALM       LXIX.       Second  Part. 
The  pajjion  and  exaltation  of  Chriji. 

1  "V  T  O  W  let  our  lips,  with  holy  fear 
J^^      And  mournful  pleafure,  (ing 

The  fulFrings  of  our  great  High-Pricll, 
The  forrows  of  our  King. 

2  He  finks  in  floods  of  deep  diftrefg  \ 
How  high  the  waters  rife  \ 

While  to  his  heav'nly  Father's  ear 
He  fends  perpet'al  cries. 

3  '*  Hear  me,  O  Lord  !  and  fave  thy  Son, 
*'  Nor  hide  thy  (hining  face  j 

**  Why  ihould  thy  Fav'rite  look  like  one 
**  Forfaken  of  thy  grace  ? 

4  **  With  rage  they  perfecute  the  Maa 
*'  Who  groans  beneath  thy  wound, 

**  While,  for  a  facriiice,  I  pour 
*•  My  life  upon  the  ground. 


PSALM     LXIX.       129 

5  *<  Tbey  tread  my  honor  to  the  duii, 
*'  And  laugh  when  I  complain  ; 

"  Their  fharp  infulting  flanders  add 
**  Freih  anguifh  to  my  pain. 

6  "  All  my  reproach  is  l-mown  to  thee, 
**  The  Icandal  and  the  fhame  ; 

"  Reproach  has  broke  my  bleeding  heart, 
**  And  lies  defile  my  name. 

7  'M  look'dfor  pity,  but  in  vain  ; 
*'  My  kindred  are  my  grief  ; 

**  I  alk  my  friends  for  comfort  round, 
*'  But  meet  with  no  relief. 

8  "  With  vinegar  they  mock  my  thirft, 
''  They  give  me  gall  for  food  ; 

*^  And,  fporting  with  my  dying  groans,, 
*'  They  triumph  in  my  blood. 

g  "  Shine  into  my  diftrefied  foal, 

*'  Let  thy  compallion  fave  ; 
*"  And,  though  my  flefh  fink  down  to  death, 

**  Redeem  It  from  the  grave. 

10  "I  (hail  arife  to  praife  thy  name, 

**  Shall  reign  in  worlds  unknown, 
**  And  thy  falvation,  O  my  God  1 

<*  Shall  feat  me  on  thy  throne.'* 

PSALM     LXIX.     Third  Part, 

€hriji^s  obedience  and  death  ;  or,  God  glorified  ajtd 
Jinners  faved. 

1  T?  A  T  H  E  R,  I  fmg  thy  wond'rous  grace, 

1^      I  blefs  my  Saviour's  name  ; 
He  bought  falvation  for  the  poor. 
And  bore  the  iinner's  fhame. 

2  His  deep  diftrefs  has  rais'd  us  high  ; 
His  duty  and  his  zeal 

Fulfil  the  law  which  mortals  broke. 
And  finiih'd  all  thy  wilL 

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ijo       PSALM     LXIX. 

3  His  dying  groans,  his  living  ibng3 
Shall  better  pleafe  my  God, 

Than  harp  or  trumpet's  Iblemn  found. 
Than  goat's  or  bullock's  blood. 

4  This  fhall  his  humble  foirwers  fee. 
And  fet  their  hearts  at  reft  ; 

They  by  his  death  draw  near  to  thee. 
And  live  for  ever  bleft. 

5  Let  heav'n,  and  all  who  dwell  on  high. 
To  God  their  voices  raife, 

"While  lands  and  feas  affiil  the  Iky, 
And  join  t'  advance  his  praife. 

6  Sion  is  thine,  moft  holy  God, 
Thy  Son  fhall  bleis  her  gates  ; 

And  glory,  purchas'd  by  his  blood. 
For  thine   own //r'^/ waits. 

PSALM     LXJX.     FirflParu    Long  Metre. 
Chriji''s  pajjioity  and Jinner* s  fal^jation» 

1  T^  E  S  P  in  our  hearts  let  us  record 
JL/   The  deeper  forrows  of  our  Lord  : 

Behold  the  rifmg  billows  roll 
To  overwhelm  his  right'ous  foul  I 

2  Li  long  complaints  he  fpends  his  breath  ; 
While  horts  of  hell  andpow'rs  of  death. 
And  all  the  fons  of  malice  join 

To  execute  their  curll  delign. 

3  Yet,  gracious  God,  thy  pow'r  and  love 
Have  made  the  curfe  a  bleffing  prove  : 
Thofe  dreadful  fufF'rings  of  thy  Son 
Aton'd  for  fins  which  we  have  done. 

4  The  pangs  of  our  expiring  Lord, 
The  honor  of  thy  law  rettor'd  : 

His  forrows  made  thy  juftice  known. 
And  paid  for  follieS,  not  his  own. 

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PSALM      LXIX.      131 

5  O,  for  his  fake,  our  guilt  forgive. 
And  let  the  mourning  fmner  live  ! 
The  Lord  will  hear  us  in  his    name. 
Nor  fhali  our  hope  be  turn'd  to  ihame. 

PSALM     LXIX.     Second  Part,  Long  Metre. 

Chriff  s  fujferings  and  zeal. 

1  '^nr^  W  A  S  for  thy  fake,  eternal  God, 

X     Thy  Son  fuftain'd  that  heavy  load 
Of  bafe  reproach,  and  fore  difgrace. 
And  fharae  defil'd  his  facred  face. 

2  The  Jenvs,  his  brethren  and  his  kin, 
Abus'd  the  man  who  check'd  their  fin  ; 
While  he  fulfiU'd  thy  holy  laws. 
They  hate  him,  but  without  a  caufe. 

[3  My  Father'' s  hoti/e,   (faid  he)  ivas  made 
A  place  for  ivorlhip,  not  for  trade  : 
Then  fcatt'ring  all  ther  gold  and  brafs. 
He  fcourg'd  the  merchants  from  the  place,] 

[4  Zeal  for  the  temple  of  his  God 
Confum'dhis  life,  expos'd  his  blood  : 
Reproaches  at  thy  glory  thrown. 
He  felt,  and  mourn'd  them  a«  his  own.]  * 

5  His  friends  forfook,  his  followers  fled. 
While  foes  and  arms  furround  his  head  ; 
They  curfe  him  with  a  fland'rous  tongue. 
The  Judge  unjuft  maintains  the  wrong. 

6  Kis  life  they  load  with  hateful  lies. 
And  charge  his  lips  with  blafphemies  ; 
They  nail  him  to  the  fhameful  tree  ; 
There  huiig  the  man  who  dy'd  for  me  1 

[7  Wretches,  with  hearts  as  hard  as  ftones, 
tnfult  his  piety  and  groans  ; 
'^all  was  the  food  they  gave  him  there, 
!^nd  mock'd  his  thirll'with  vinegar.] 

8  But 


132       PSALM    LXXL 

S  But  God  beheld,  and  from  his  throne 
Marks  out  the  men  who  hate  his  Son  : 
The  hand  which  rais'd  him  from  the  dead. 
Shall  pour  the  veng'ance  on  their  head. 

P  S  A  S  M     LXXL     FirJ?  Part. 
T'he  aged  faint"*  s  refledion  and  hope, 

1  "^  /T  Y  God,  my  everlafting  hope, 
2 VJl     I  li^'C  upon  thy  truth  : 

Thine  hands  have  held  my  childhood  up. 
And  ftrengthen'd  all  my  youth. 

2  My  flefii  was  failiion'd  by  thy  pow'r. 
With  all.thefe  limbs  of  mine  ; 

And,  from  my  mother's  painful  hour, 
I've  been  entirely  thine. 

3  Still  has  my  life  new  wonders  fecii 
Repeated  ev'ry  year  ; 

Behold,  my  days  which  yet  remain, 
I  trait  them  to  thy  care. 

4  Caft  me  not  off  when  flrength  declines. 
When  hoary  hairs  arife  ; 

And  round  me  let  thy  glory  fliine. 
When  e'er  thy  fervantdies. 

5  Then  in  the  hift'ry  of  my  age. 
When  men  review  my  days. 

They'll  read  thy  love  in  ev'ry  page. 
In  ev'ry  line,  thy  praife. 

PSALM       LXXL     Second  Part, 

Chriji  our  Jirength  and  righteoufnefs. 

1  T\/r^  Saviour,  my  almighty  Friend, 
J.VX     When  I  begin  thy  praife. 

Where  will  the  growing  numbers  end. 
The  numbers  of  thy  grace  ? 

2  Thou  art  my  everlafling  truft. 
Thy  goodnefs  I  adore  ; 

And 


PSALM     LXXL      133 

-And  fince  I  knew  thy. graces  firft, 
I  ipeak  thy  glorias  more. 

3  My  feet  (hall  travel  all  the  length 

Of  the  celeft'al  road. 
And  march  with  courage  in  thy  ftrengthg 

To  fee  my  Father,  God. 

4  When  I  am  fiH'd  with  fore  diitrefs 
For  fome  furprinng  fm, 

I'll  plead  thy  perfect  right'oufnefs. 
And  mention  none  but  thine. 

5  How  will  my  lips  rejoice  to  tell 
The  vicl'ries  of  my  iving  ! 

My  foul,  redeem'd  from  fin  and  hel]. 
Shall  thy  falvation  fing. 

[6  My  tongue  fhall  all  the  day  proclaim 

My  Saviour^and  my  God  ; 
His  death  has  brought  my  foes  to  fhaaie^ 

And  drown'd  them  in  his  blood. 

Awake,  awake  my  tuneful  pow'rs  ! 

With  this  delightful  fong, 
I'll  entertain  the  darkeft  hours. 

Nor  think  the  feaibn  long.] 

PSALM        LXXL      nird  Part. 

The  aged  chriflians  prayer  and  fo)ig  ;    or,    old  age i 
death y  and  the  rcJurreSlion. 

I    /'^  QD  of  my  childhood  and  my  youth;, 
\jj     Thou  guide  of  all  my  days, 

1  have  declar'd  thy  heav'niy  truth. 

And  told  thy  wond'rous  ways. 

2  Wilt  thou  forfake  my  hoary  hairs. 
And  leave  my  fainting  heart  ? 

Who  ftiallfuftain  my  finking  yearo. 
If  God  my  ftrength  depart  ? 

3  Let  me  thy  pow'r  and  truth  proclaim 
To  the  furviving  age, 

M  And 


134       P  S  A  L  M    LXXII. 

And  leave  a  favour  of  thy  name 
V/hen  I  Ihall  quit  the  ilage. 

4  The  land  offilence  and  of  death 
Attends  my  next  remove  ; 

0  may  thefc  poor  remains  of  breath 
Teach  tiic  wide  world  thy  love  I 

Pause. 

5  Thy  right'oufnefs  is  deep  and  high> 
Uiifearchablc  thy  deeds  ; 

Thy  glory  fpreads  beyond  the  iky. 
And  ail  my  praife  exceeds. 

6  Oft  have  I  heard  thy  thieatnings  rear. 
And  oft  endur'd  the  grief-; 

But  v/hen  thy  hand  has  prefs'd  me  fore., 
Tliy  grace  was  my  relief. 

7  By  long  experience  have  I  known 
Thy  fov'reign  pow'r  to  fave  ; 

At  thy  command  I  venture  dovva 
Securely  to  the  grave. 

8  When  I  liebury'd  deep  in  dull. 
My  iiefli  fna!!  be  thy  care  ; 

Thefe  with'ring  l:n;bs  with  thee  1  trull. 
To  raife  them  ftrong  and  fair. 

P  S  A  L  M       LXXII.       Fir/ Part. 

The  hingdom  of  C.hrijl. 

1  /'^RE  AT  God,  whofe  uriiverfal  fway, 
\^     The  known  and  unknown  worlds  obey, 

Na\v  ^ive  the  kingdom  to  :hy  Son  ; 
Extend  his  pow'r,  exalt  his  throne, 

'I  Thy  fceptre  v/ell  becomes  his  hands. 
All  h^av'n  fubmits  to  his  commands  ; 
riis  juiUce  Ihali  avenge  the  poor, 
And  pride  and  rage  prevail  no  mote. 

3   With  powV  he'll  vindicate  thejuil, 

-t^ind  tread  cppre(fors  \\\  the  dull  :  \Vu 


PSALM     LXXII.       135 

Hi^i  \7orfhip  and  his  fear  (liall  lail 

'Till  hours,  and  years,  and  time  be  pad. 

4  As  rain  on  meadows  newly  mown. 
So  iliall  he  fend  his  influence  down-: 
His  grace  on  fainting  fojls  difiills. 
Like  h«av'nly  dew  on  thirfty  hills. 

5  The  Heathen  lands  which  lie  beneath 
The  fhades  of  over-fprea&ing  death, 
Revive  at  his  firft  dawning  light. 
And  deferts  bloffom  at  the  light. 

6  The  faints  fhall  flouriih  in  his  days^ 
©refl  in  the  robes  of  joy  and  praife : 
Peace,  like  a  river,  from  his  throne 
Shall  flow  to  nations  yet  unknown. 

PSALM       LXXIL       Second  Pari, 

Chrift^s  kingdom  among  the    Gentiles. 

1    T  E  S  U  S  {hall  reign  where  e'er  the  fua 

J  Does  his  fuccefiive  journeys  run  ; 
His  kingdom  llretch  from  fhore  to  fnore, 
'Till  moons  (hall  wax  and  wane  no  more. 

[2  Behold  1  the  iflands,  with  their  kings. 
And  Europe  her  befl  tribute  brings  : 
From  North  to  South  the  princes  meet 
To  pay  their  homage  at  his  feet. 

3  There  Perjia,  glor'cus  to  behold. 
There  India  fnines  in  Eajlem  gold  ; 
And  barb'roas  nations,  at  his  word. 
Submit  and  bow,  and  own  their  Lord.} 

4  For  this  ihall  endlefs  pray'r  be  made, 
And  praiies  throng  to  crown  his  head  : 
■Kis  name,  like  fweet  perfume,  (hall  riie 
With  ev'ry  morning  facrifice. 

5  People  andrea'ms  of  ev'ry  tongue 
l)well  on  his  love  with  fweeteil  fong  ; 

M  2  And 


136         P  S  A  L  M    LXXHL 

And  infant -voices  {hall  proclaim 
Their  early  bleilings  on  his  name. 

6  Bleiring^s  abound  where  e*er  he  reigns. 
The  pris'ner  leaps  toloofe  hi:  chains  ; 
The  '.veary  fiad  eternal  reft, 
And  all  the  fens  of  want  are  bleft. 

[7    vViiere  he  difplays-  his  healing  pow'r^ 
iJcath  and  the  curie  are  known  no  more  ; 
In  him  the  tribes  or  Jdam  boail 
More  biefiings  than  their  father  loft. 

8  Let  ev'ry  creature  rife  and  bring 
Peculiar  honors  to  our  King  ; 
Angels  defcend  with  fongs  again. 
And  earth  repeat  the  long  Amen.^^ 

PSALM  LXXIIL  FirfiPart,  Common  Metre. 
AjllFied fdtints   happy ^  and  profpersus  Jinners  cw/cd, 

1  'f^T  OW  Vm  convinc'd  the  Lord  is-  kind 
JJ%!      To  menof  heart  ftncere^ 

Yet  once  my  foolifn  thoughts  repinM, 
And  border'd  on  defpair, 

2  I  griev'd  to  fee  the  wicked  thrive. 
And  fpoke  with  angry  breath,. 

'*  How  pleafan:  and  profane  they  live  ! 
**  How  peacefijl  is  their  death  ! 

3  "  With  well -fed  fie (h,  and  haughty  eyes- 
'*  They  lay  their  fV^ars  to  fleep; 

*•  Againft  the  heav*ns  their  danders  rife, 
**  While  faints  in  filence  weep. 

4  *'  In  vain  I  lift  my  hands  to  pray, 
**  And  cleanfe   my  heart  in  vain  ; 

**  For  I  am  chalien'd  all  the  day, 
•*  The  night  renews  my  pain." 

5  Yet  while  my  tongue  indulg'd  complaints,. 
I  felt  my  hear:  reprove  j. 


PSALM    LXXIII. 

!^'  Sure  I  {hall  thus  offend  thy  faints, 
**  And  grieve  the  men  I  love.*' 

[  6  But  ftill  I  fou!?d  my  doubts  too  hard. 

The  contlicl  too  levere  ; 
'Till  I  retir'd  to  fearch  thy  word. 
And  learn  the  fecret  there. 

7  There,  as  in  feme  prophetic  glafs^ 
I  favvthe  iinner's  feet 

High  raounted  on  a  flipp'ry  place. 
Above  a  firy  pit* 

8  I  heard  the  wretch  profanely  boa^j 
'Till,  at  thy  frown,  he  fell  : 

His  honors  in  a  dream  were  loll. 
And  he  awoke  in  hell. 

9  Lord  what  an  envVds  fool  I  was  ! 
How  like  a  though tlefs  beaft  ! 

Thus  to  fufpefi  thy  promis'd  grace^ 
And  think  the  wicked  Weft. 

I  lo  Yet  I  was  kept  from  fell  defpair^ 

Upheld  by  pow'^r  unknown  : 
That  bleiTed  hand  which  broke  the  fnare^ 
Shall  guide  me  to  thy  throne: 

PSALM     LXXIIL      S,c/)m  Fan 

Gcd  our  forilon  here  and  hereafter, 

f   f^  O  D,  my  fupporter  and  my  hope, 

\J'     My  help  for  ever  near. 
Thine  arm  of  mercy  held  me  up 

When  finking  in  defpair. 

3  Thy  counfels.  Lord,  Ihall  gnide  my  feet 

Through  this  dark  vvildernefs  ! 
Thine  hand  conduct  me  near  thy  feat. 

To  dwell  before  thy  face. 

^  Were  I  in  heav'n  without  my  God, 
"'TvMcuId  bg  no  iov  to  me  ; 

■   M  3  . 


t3^-     PSALM    LXXIin. 

And  whilil:  this  earth  is  my  abode, 
I  long  for  none  but  thee. 

4  What  if  thefprings  of  life  were  broke^. 
And  fleOi  and  heart  ihould  faint  t 

God  is  my  foul's  eternal  Rock, 
The  ftrength  of  ev'ry  faint. 

5  Behold  the  fihners  who  remove 
Far  from  thy  prefence,  die  ; 

Not  all  the  idol  gods  they  love. 
Can  fave  them  v/hen  they  cry. 

6  But  to  draw  near  to  thee  my  God, 
Shall  be  my  fweet  employ  ; 

My  tongue  (hall  found  thy  works  abxoadi 
And  tell  the  world  my  joy. 

P  S  A  L.  M       LXXIII.       Long  Metre; 

The  profperity  of  ftnnsrs  curfed. 

1  T     O  R.D,  what  a  thought! efs  wretch  was  !», 

I   J  To  mourn,  and  murmur,  and  repine,. 
To  fee  the  wicked,  placM  on  high. 
In  pride,  and  robes  of  honor  fhine  ! 

2  But  O  their  end,  their  dreadful  end  !' 
Thy  fandluary  taught  me  fo  : 

On  fiipp'ry  rocks- i  fee  them  flan d,. 
And  firy  billows  roll  below ! 

3  Now  let  them  boall  how  tall  they  rifc> 
I'll  never  envy  them  again  : 

There  they  may  Itand  with  haughty  eyes>. 
'Till  they  plunge  deep  in  endlefs  pain. 

4  Their  fancy'd  joys,  how  fafi:  they  flee  ! 
jull:  like  a  dream  v/hen  man  awakes  j 
Their  fongs  of  fofteft  harmony 

Are  but  a  preface  to  their  plagues. 

5  Now  I  efteem  their  mirth  and  wine 
Toa cdsar  to  purchafe  with  my  tlood  : 


P  S  A  I.  M    LXXnr.      r.j^ 

Lord,  *tls  enough  that  thou  art  raine, 
My  life,  my  portion,  and  ray  God  ! 

P  S  A  L  M;      LXXIII.     Short  M^tre;- 

The  myji^iy  of  providence  unf sided. 

X  O  UR  E    there's  a  ri.ght'ous  God>; 

^     Nor  is  religion  vain  ; 
Though  men  of  vice  may  boaft  aloud,. 

And  men  of  grace  complain. 

z.  I  faw  thevvicked  rife,. 

x^ndfeit  my  heart  repine. 
While  haughry  fools,  with  fcornfal  eyer 

In  robes  of  honor  fhine. 

f3   Ptiraper'd  with  wanton  eafe,. 

Their  flcfii  looks  full  and  fair  ; 
Their  wealth  rol's  m  like  flowing  fearj^ 

And  grows  without  their  care. 

4  Free  XT^xn  the  plagues  and  pain s- 

Which  ^  ious  ibuls  endure, 
Throu;?h  ai   their  life  oppreffion  reigns,. 
And  racks  the  humble  poor. 

5  Their  imp'ous  tongues  blafpheme 
The  everiafting  Gao  ; 

Their  malice  bls.lb  the  good  man? s  namSj^ 
And  fpreads  its  lies  abroad. 

^  But  I,  with  flowing  tear^, 

Jndulg'd  my  doubts  to  rife  : 
"  Js  ther^  a  God  who  fees  or  hears 

•-*  The  things  below  the  ikies  ?-"  J 

*f  The  tnmuUs  of  my  thoughts 

Held  me  in  bard  iufpenfe, 
nrill  to  thy.  houfe  my  feet  were  brought 

To  learn  thy  juilice  thesce. 

1  Thy  word  with  light  and  povv'j* 
Did  my  miftakes  amende 


140    P  S  A  L  M     LXXIV. 

I  vlew'd  the  finncrs'  life  before^ 
But  here  I  learat  their  end. 

9  On  what  a  flipp'ry  fleep 

The  thoughtlefs  wretches  go  I 
And  O  that  dreadfa!  fi^ry  deep 

Which,  waits  their  fall  below  1 

JO  Lord,  at  thy  feet  I  bow  ; 

My  thoughts  no  more  repine  ; 
1  call  my  God  my  portion  now. 

And  all  my  povv'rs  are  thine. 

PSALM       LXXIV. 

1'he  church  pleading  ^.'.'iih  God  undey  fore  pcrfeciaio»., 

1  \  T  7  I  L  L  God  for  ever  cafl  us  off  I 

V V       ^''5  wrath  for  ever  fmokc 
Againft  the  people  of  his  love. 
His  little  cholen  liock  ? 

2  Think  of  the  tribes  fo  dearly  bought 
With  their  Redeemer's  blood  > 

Nor  let  thy  Si  on  be  forgot  ^ 
Wliere  once  thy  glory  ftood. 

-;  Lift  up  thy  feet,  and  march  in  hafte. 

Aloud  our  ruin  calls  : 
See  what  a  wide  and  fearful  walle 

Is  made  within  thy  walls. 

4  Where  once  thy  churches  pray'd  and  fang'. 
Thy  foes  profanely  roar  ; 

Over  thy  gatea  their  enfigns  hang,- 
Sad  tokens  of  their  pow'r. 

5  Hew  are  the  feats  of  worfhip  broke  ! 
They  tear  thy  buildings  down. 

And  he  who  deals  the  heav'eft  Uroke, 
Procures  the  chief  renow-n. 

6  With  flames  they  threaten  to  defb'Oy, 
Thy  children  in  thcix  neil  -, 


PSALM    LXXIV.      .1-4^1; 

,  €ome,  hi  us  burn  at  once  (they  cry) 
The  temple  and  the  prieft. 

7  And  fxill  to  heighten  our  diilrefs_. 
Thy  preience  is  withdrawn  ; 

Thy  wonted  figns  of  pow'r  and  grace^ 
Thy  pow'r  and  grace  are  gone. 

8  No  prophet  fpeaks  to  calm  our  woes^ 
But  all  the  feers  mourn  ; 

There's  not  a  Ibul  amongft  us  knows 
The  time  of  thy  return. 

P    A    u    s    E. 

9  How  long,  eternal  God,  how  long^ 
Shall  men  of  pride  blafpheme  ? 

Shall  faints  be  made  their  endlefs  fong;,. 
And  bare  immortal  fname  ? 

10  Canft  thou  for  ever  fit  and  hear 
Thine  holy  name  profan'd  ? 

A-nd  ftill  thy  jealoufy  forbear. 
And  ftili  withhold  thine  hand  ? 

l-i  What  llrrange  deliv'rance  haft  thou  fhowa 
-     In  ages  long  before  ? 
And  now  no  o^her  God  we  own. 
No  other  God  adore. 

12  Thou  did  ft  d'vide  the  raging  fea. 

By  thy  renftlefs  might, 
To  make  thy  tribes  a  wond'rous  way^ 

And  then  fecure  their  iiight. 
1-3  li,  not  the  world  of  nature  thine  i 

The  darknefs  and  the  day  ? 
Didft  not  thou  bid  the  morning  fhine^ 

And  mark  the  fun  his  way  ? 

14  Hath  not  thy  pow'r  form'd  ev'ry  coaftj. 

And  fet  the  earth  it's  bounds. 
With  fummer's  heat  and  winter's  froft. 

In  their  perpet'airouads  I 

1.5.  And^ 


142       PSALM    LXXV. 

15  And  fha'l  the  fons  of  earth  and  dufi:. 
That  facred  pow'r  blalpheme  ? 

Will  not  thy  hand  which'form'd  them  hrft. 
Avenge  thy  injur'd  name  ? 

16  Think  en  the  cov'nant  tiiou  bal!  mr.de, 
^  And  all  thy  words  of  love  ; 

Nor  let  the  birds  of  prey  invade. 
And  vex  thy  mourning  dove. 

17  Our  foes  would  triumph  in  our  blood. 
And  make  our  hope  their  jel^  ; 

Plead  thine  own  caufe,  almighty  God, 
And  give  thy  children  relt. 

PSALM    LXXV. 

Poiver  and go^jerriment  from  God  alone. 

Applied  to   the   glorious  revolution  in   America,  j 
July  A^thy   1776. 

1  '  j  *»  O  thee,  moft  holy,  and  itioft  high, 

i     To  thee  we  bring  our  thankful  praife  ;    i 
Thy  works  declare  thy  hand  is  nigh,  ^ 

Thf  works  of  wonder  and  of  grace. 

2  Aynerica  was  doom'd  a  Have, 

Her  frame  difTvjlv'd,  her  Tears  were  great  ; 
When  God  a  right'cus  council  gave. 
To  bear  the  pillars  of  the  [fate. 

3  They  from  thy  pow'r  receiv'd  their  own. 
And  fware  to  rale  by  wholcfome  laws  ; 
Thy  foot  {hall  tread  cpprefTors  down, 

Thy  arm  defend  the  right'ous  caufe. 

4.  Let  haughty  finners  fink  their  pride. 
Nor  lift  fo  high  their  fcornful  head  : 
But  lay  their  foolilli  thoughts  afide. 
And  own  the  pow'rs  which  God  hath  made. 

5   Such  honors  never  come  by  chance, 
Nor  do  the  winds  promotion  blow  ; 

'Tls 


P  S  A  L  M    LXXVI. 


143 


'Tis  God  the  judge  doth  one  advance, 
'Tis  God  who  lays  another  low. 

6  No  vain  pretence  to  royal  birth 
Shall  chain  us  to  a  tyrant's  throne  ; 
God,  the  great  Sov'reign  of  theearth> 
Shall  cruili  ufurpers  with  his  frown. 

7  Kis  hand  holds  out  the  dreadful  cup 
Of  veng'ance,  mix'd  with  var'ous  plagues. 
And  makes  the  wicked  drink  them  up. 
Wring  out,  and  taile  the  bitter  dregs, 

B  Now  Ihall  the  Lord  exalt  the  juft, 

nd  while  he  tramples  on  the  proud. 
And  lays  their  glory  in  the  duli, 
Our  lips  fhali  fing  his  praife  aloud.] 

PSALM        LXXVL 

J/rael  fa-jcd,  and  the  AJfyrians  dsfiro^ed ;  or, 
God'' s  ^jengeance  againji  his  enemies  Proceids 
froT/i  his  church. 

IN  Judah  God  of  old  was  known  ; 
His  name  in  Ij^el  great  ; 
In  iidejn  llood  his  holy  thioiie. 
And  Sioti  was  his  feat. 

2  Among  the  praifes  of  his  faints. 

His  dwelling  there  he  chofe  ; 
There  he  receiv'd  their  juit  ccmplaiats^ 

Againfi  their  haughty  foes. 

From  ^ion  went  his  dreadful  word 
And  broke  the  threat'ning  fpear. 
The  bow,  the  arrows  and  the  fwcrd. 
And  crulh'd  th'  JJyr'an  war. 

What  are  the  earth's  wide  kingdoms  elfe 
But  mighty  hills  of  prey  ? 
The  hill  on  which  Jehovah  dwells 
Is  ^lor'ous  more  than  they. 


was 


:i44     P  S  A  1.  M     LXXVIL 

5  ^Twas  Sion's  King  who  llopt  the  breath 
Of  captains  and  their  bands .: 

The  men  of  might  ilept  faft  in  death. 
And  never  found  their  hands. 

6  At  thy  rebuke,  Oy^c^f^'s  God, 
Both  horfe  and  char'ot  fell  : 

Who  knows  the  terrors  of  thy  rod  ? 
Thy  veng'ance,  who  can  tell  ? 

7  What  pow*r  can  Hand  before  thy  fi^ht 
When  once  thy  wrath  appears  ? 

Then  heav'n  tliines  round  with  dreaaful  light  ; 
While  earth  lies  dill  and  fears^ 

8  When  God,  in  his  own  fov'reign  ways 
Comes  down  to  fave  th'  opprelt. 

The  wrath  of  man  fnall  work  his  praife. 

And  he'll  rellrain  the  reft. 
[e  Vow  to  the  Lord,  and  tribute  bring. 

Ye  princes,  fear  his  frown  :  _ 
His  terror  Ibakes  the  proudeftking, 

Andxuts  an  army  down. 
10  Thethunderof  his  fnarp  rebuke 

Our  haughty  fees  fhal!  feel  ; 
For  Jacob's  God  hath  not  forfock. 

But  dwells  in  5zo«  flill.] 

PSALM     LXXVIL     Firfi  Part. 
Melancholy  cffaulting,  and  bote  prevailing, 

TO  God  Icry'd  with  mournful  voice, 
I  fought  his  gracious  ear. 
In  the  fnd  day,  when  troubles  rofe, 
'  And  fiird  the  night  with  fear. 
-  Sad  were  my  days,  and  dark  my  nights. 

My  foul  refus'd  relief; 
I  thought  on  God,  the  juft  and  wife. 
But  droughts  increas'd  my  grief. 

3  Stilt 


PSALM    LXXVIL      145 

3  Stljl  I  complain'd,  atid  fliJl  oppreft. 
My  heart  began  to  break  ; 

My  God,  thy  wxath  forbad  in y  refl. 
And  kept  mine  eyes  awake  ! 

4  My  ovenvhelming  forrows  grew 
'Till  I  could  fpeak  no  more  ; 

Then  I  within  myfelf  withdrew. 
And  caird  thy  judgments  o'er. 

5  I  call't!  back  years  ?M  ancient  timcs^ 
When  I  beheld  thy  face  ; 

My  fpirit  fearch'^  for  fecret  crimes 
Which  might  withhold  thy  grace* 

6  I  call'd  thy  mercies  to  my  mind 
Which  I  enjoy 'd  before  ; 

And  will  the  Lord  no  more  be  kind  ? 
His  face  appear  no  more  ? 

7  Win  he  for  ever  cafi:  me  off  ; 
His  promife  ever  fail  ? 

Has  he  forgot  his  tender  love  ? 
Shall  anger  ftiU  prevail  ? 

8  But  I  forbid  this  hopekfs  tltcught. 
This  dark  defpairing  frame, 

;Eememb'ring  what  thy  hand  hath  wrought; 
Thy  hand  is  ftill  the  fame. 

9  I'll  think  again  of  all  thy  ways, 
i     And  talk  "thy  v/onders  o'er  ; 
Thy  wonders  of  recov'ring  grace, 

W^hen  flelh  could  help  no  more. 

io  Grace  dwells  with  juftice  on  the  throne> 

And  men  who  love  thy  word 
Have  in  thy  fandiuary  known 

The  counfels  of  the  Lord. 


H  PSALM 


14^     PSALM     LXXVII. 

PSALM     LXXVII.       SecorJ  Part, 
Comfort  deri'ved  from  ancient  pro-oidences  ;  or,   /A 
rael   deli'vered    from   I^gypt,     and  brought      to 
Car.aan, 

1  *'   TX  O  W  awful  is  thy  chaft'ning  rod  ?" 

x\.     (May  thy  own  chUdren  lay) 
*'  The  great,  the  wife,  the  dreadful  God  ! 
*^  How  holy  is  his  way  ! 

2  I'll  meditate  his  works  of  old  ; 
The  King  who  reigns  above  ; 

1*11  hear  his  ancient  wonders  told. 
And  learn  to  truic  his  love. 

3  Long  did  the  houfe  oijrfph  lie 
With  Egypt^s  yoke  oppreit  ; 

Long  he  deiay'd  to  hear  their  cry. 
Nor  gave  his  people  reft. 

4  The  fons  of  good  old  Jacob  feem*d 
Abandoa'd  to  their  foes  : 

But  his  almighty  arm  redeem'd 
The  nation  which  he  chofe. 

5  Jfr^el  his  people  and  his  fheep, 
Muft  follow  where  he  calls  ; 

He  bade  them  venture  through  the  deep. 
And  made  the  waves  their  walls. 

6  The  waters  faw thee,  mighty  God  ! 
The  waters  faw  thee  come  • 

Backward  they  fled,  and  frighted  llocd. 
To  make  thine  armies  rccm. 

■;   Strange  was  thy  journey  through  the  feSj 

Thy  footlteps.  Lord,  unknovvp/l 
Terrors  attend  the  wond'rous  way 

Which  brings  thy  mercy  down. 
[8  Thy  voice  with  terror  In  the  found 

Thro'  clouds  and  darknefs  broke  ; 
All  heav'n  in  lightning  (hone  around. 

And  earth  with  tliucuer  ftiook.  g  Thine 


PSALM    LXXVIII.     147 

9  Thine  arrows  tlirough  the  2cy  werehurl'd  I 
How  glor'oas  is  the  Lord  1 

Surprife  and  trembling  leiz'd  the  world. 
And  humbled  faints  ador'd. 

10  He  gave  them  water  from  the  rock  1 
And  fafe,  by  Mofes*  hand 

Thro'  a  dry  defart  led  his  flock 
Home  to  the  promis'd  land.] 

PSALM     LXXVIII.    Firft  Fart, 

P/'o^'idencss  of  God  recorded   ;  or,  pious  educathfi 
and  injirudion  of  children, 

1  Y     E  T  children  hear  the  mighty  ^t^^i 
I  J     Which  God  performM  of  old  ; 

Whicn  in  our  younger  years  we  faw. 
And  which  our  fathers  toid. 

2  He  bids  us  make  his  glories  known. 
His  works  of  pow'r  and  grace  : 

And  we'll  convey  his  wonders  down 
Thro'  ev'ry  rifmg  race. 

3  Our  lips  fhall  tell  them  to  oarfonSj 
And  they  again  to  theirs. 

That  generations  yet  unborn 
May  teach  them  to  their  heirs. 

4  Thus  fhall  they  learn,  in  God  alone 
Their  hope  fecurely  (lands, 

That  they  may  ne'er  forget  his  worksj 
But  pradlice  his  commands. 

PSALM     LXXVIII,     Second  Fart. 

JfraeVs  rebellion  and  funif/omtnt  ;  or,    the  Jin$  and 

chajiifement^  of  God^s  people, 

I    /^  What  a  ftifF  rebeH'ous  hoafc 

\J     Was  faccPs  ancient  race  ! 
Falfe  to  their  own  moft  fclemn  vows. 

And  to  their  Maker's  grace. 

-  N  3  3  They 


I4S     P  S  A  L  M    LXXVIIL 

2  TiSey  broke  the  cov'nant  of  his  love. 

And  did  his  laws  defpife, 
Porgot  the  works  he  wrought  to  prove 

His  pow'r  before  their  eyes. 
3,  They  faw  the  plagues  on  Egypt  light 

From  his  revenging  hand  : 
What  dreadful  tokens  of  his  might 

Spread  o'er  the  fiubborn  land  ! 

4  TKsy  faw  him  cleave  the  mighty  fea^ 
And  march'd  in  fafety  through. 

With  wat'ry  wails  to  guard  their  wsy, 
'Till  they  had  'icap'd  the  Ibe.    ^ 

5  A  wond'roas  pillar  niark'd  the  road> 
ComposM  of  fhade  and  light  ; 

By  day  it  prov'd  a  (helt'ring  cloud, 
A  leading  fire  by  night. 

6  He  from,  the  rock  their  thirft  fupply*d  ; 
The  guiliing  waters  fell  ; 

And  ran  in  rivers  by  their  ixde, 
A  conflant  miracle  ! 

7  Yet  they  provokM  the  Lord  mofl  high^ 
And  dar'd  diftrufl  his  hand  ; 

Can  he  K^ith  bread  cur  hoj}  fupplj, 
AmidJ}  this  dejhrt  land  F 

8  The  Lord,  v/ith  indignation  heard, 
.A.ad  caus'd  his  wrath  to  flame  5 

Hi?  terrors,  ever  Hand  prepar'd 
To  vindicate  his  nam?. 

PSALM     LXXVTIL     Tl/ird  Part, 

The  punijhment  cf  luxury    and  intemperance  ;  or, 

chajiilhnent  and Jtclvation. 
I   WJ  HEN  I/r'el  fins,  the  Lord  reproves, 

V V       ^'^^  ^'^^  ^^^^^  he^arts  wish  dread. 
Yet  he  forgives  the  men  he  loves. 
And  knd^  chcia  heav'nly  bread. 


2 


He 


PSALM    LXXVIIL      145^ 

2.Ke  fed  them  with  a  lib'ral  hand. 

And  made  his  treafures  known  ; 
He  gave  the  midnight  clouds  command 

To  pour  prcviiion  down. 

3  The  manna,  like  amornin-g  fhow'r. 
Lay  thick  around  their  feet  ; 

The  corn  of  heav'n,  fo  light,  fo  pure. 
As  tho*  'twere  angels  meat. 

4  But  thsy  in  murm'ring  language  faid> 
**   Manna  is  all  our  feall, 

**  We  loath  this  light,  this  airy  bread  | 
*'  We  mull  have  flefh  to  tafle." 

5  *'  Te  Jhall  ha-jefiep  to  phafi your-luji," 
The  Lord  in  wrath  reply'd  y 

And  (ewt  them  quails  like  fand  or  duli, 
HeapM  up  from  lide  to  fide. 

6  He  gave  them  all  their  own  delire  ; 

And  greedy  as  they  fed. 
His  vengeance  burnt  with  fecret  £re^ 
And  fmote  the  rebels  dead. 

7  When  fome  were  {lain,  the  reil  returr/d;» 
And  fought  the  Lord  with  tears  : 

Under  the  rod  they  fear'd  and  mourn'da^ 
But  fbon  forgot  their  fears. 

S  Oft  he  chaftis'd,  and  flill  forgave, 

'Till  by  his  gracious  hand 
The  nation  he  refolv'd  to  fave 

Poffefs'd  the  prcmis'o  land". 

PSALM     LXXVIIL      Fourth    Tart. 

iBadJlidlng  and forgi'venefs  %  or,  fin  punljhid,   and 
faints  Ja^o'cd. 

I   ^  R  E  A T  God,  hew  ofc  did  Ijysl  prove, 

\_J^   By  turns,  thine  anger  and  thy  Jove  } 
There,  in  aglafs,  our  hearts  may  fee 
How  fickle  and  how  falfe  they  be, 

.  N  3  ^  Ho^.' 


150      P  S  A  L  M    LXXX. 

2  liow  foon  the  fa i chiefs  Jeivs  forgot 
The  dreadful  wonders  God  had  wrought  ! 
Thea  they  provoke  him  to  his  face. 

Nor  fear  his  povv'r,  nor  trull  his  grace. 

3  The  Lord- confum'd  their  years  in  pain. 
And  made  their  travels  long  and  vain  ; 
A  ted'ous  march,,  through  unknown  ways, 
Wore  out  their  ftrength  and  (pent  their  day;-. 

4  Oft  when  they  faw  their  brethix^n  flain. 
They  mourn'd,  and  fought  the  Lord  agaia  ;. 
Called  him  the  rock  of  their  abode. 
Their  high  Redeemer  and  their  God. 

5  Their  prayers  and"  vows  before  him  rife- 
As  flatt'jing  words  or  folemn  litrs, 
While  their  rebeli'ous  tempers  prove 
Falfeto  his  cov'nant  and  his  love. 

6  Yet  did  his  fov'reign  grace  forgive 
The  men  who  not  deferv'd  to  Xnt ; 
Mis  anger  oft  away  he  turn'd. 

Or  elfe  with  gentle  Same  it  burn'd. 

7  He  faw  their  Rt(h.  was  we^k  and  frail:, 
He  faw  temptation  fiill  prevail  : 

The  God  <3f  Abraham  lov'd  them  Hill,, 
And  led  them  to  his  holy  hill. 

P  S'  A  L  M.      LXXX. 

The  church- s  prayer  undir  affUJficn  ;  or,     ihe  -uine' 
yard  of  God  'wajicd. 

1  f^^  R  E  A  T    Shepherd  of  thine  //'r^fZ  / 
\Jf  Who  did'ft  between  the  cherubs  dwell,. 

And  led  the  tribes,  thy  chofen  iheep> 
Safe  thro'  the  defart  and  the  deep. 

2  Thy  church  i^  in  the  defart  now  ; 
Shine  from  on  high,  and  guide  us  through  ;. 
Turn  us  to  thee,  thy  love  reftore, 

We  Ihali  be  fav'u>  and  figh  no  more  ! 

3  Great 


il 


PSALM     LXXXL       15; 

3  Great  God,  whom  heav'nly  hofts  obey^ 
How  longfhall  we  lamei^t  and  pray  ^ 
And  wait  in  vain  tliy  kind  return  ? 

How  long  iTiail  thy  fierce  anger  burn  f 

4  Inltead  of  wine  and  ckearful  bread, 
Thy  iaints  with  their  own  tears  are  fed  5, 
Turn  us  to  thee,  thy  love  reftore  ; 

We  fhait  be  fav'd,  and  %h  no-  n\c2Z  I 

Pause     I. 

5  Hall  thou  not  planted,  with,  thine  hands>, 
A  lovely  vine  in  Heathen  lands  I 

Did  not  thy  pow'r  defend  it  round, 
And  heav'nJy  dews  enrich  the  ground  ? 

6  How  did  the  fpreading  branches  Ihoct ;. 
And  blefs  the  natiorxS  with  the  fruit  I 
But  now^  dear  Lord,  looic  didwa  and  fee 
Thy  mourning  vine,  that  lovely  tree  !: 

7  Why  is  its  beauty  thus  defae'd  > 
Why  haft  thou  laid  her  fences  wafte  t 
Strangers  and  foes  againil  her  join  ; 
And  ev'ry  beail  devours  tke  vine  ! 

'  S  Return,  almighty  God,  return  ;: 
Nor  let  thy  bleeding  vneyard  mourn  j 
Turn  »is  to  thee,  thy  love  reftore  : 
We  Hiali  be  fav'd,  and  figh  no  more  !: 

F  A    U    S    E       IP. 

9  Lord,  when  this  vine  in  Canaan  grew^- 
Thou  waft  its  ftrength  and  glory  too  ! 
Attack'd'  in  vain  by  all  its  foes, 

'Till  the  fair  Br-anch  of  Fromife  rofe. 

10  Fair  Branch,  ©rdain'd  of  old  to  fboot 
From  Da^uhrs  ftcck,  from  Jacobh-  root, 
Himfelf  a  noble  vine,   and  we 

The  leiler  branches  of  th?  tree* 

SI  'Th 


152       PSALM    LXXXL 

11  'Tis  thy  own  Sou  1  and  he  fhall  ftand. 
Girt  with  tliy  iireiigth,  at  thy  right-hand  : 
Thy  firll-born  Son,  adorn'd  and  blell 
With  pow'r  and  grace  above  the  reih 

12  O  !  for  his  fake,  attend  our  cry  ; 
Shine  on  thy  chT^rchcs,  left  they  die  ;. 
Turn  us  to  thee,  thy  love  rsitore. 
We  Jhall  be  fav'd  and  figh  no  more  ! 

PSALM     LXXXf. 

Tht   learnings  of  God  to  his  people  ;  or,    fpirhua} 
bli'.JJi)rgs  and punipmtnts, 

1  Q  I  N  G  to  the  Lord  aloud, 
1^     And  make  a  .joyful  noife  ; 

God  is  our  ftrength,  our  Saviour- God, 
Let  Ifrad  hear  his  voies. 

2  **  From  vile  idolatry 

*'  Preferve  my  worfhip  clean  ; 
'^^  I  am  the  Lord  who  f^t  thee  free 
*'  From  Havery  and  fm. 

3  "  Stretch  thy  defires  abroad,. 
"  And  I'll  fupply  them  well  ; 

*'  But  if  you  will  refufe  ycur  God^ 
*•  if  y/rV/will  rebel  ; 

4  '•  I'll  leave  them,  faith  the  Lord,. 
*'  To  their  own  lulls  a  prey, 

^'  And  let  them  run  the  dang'rous  road  ;; 
**   'Tis  their  own  chofen  way. 

5  ''  Yet,  O  1  that  all  my  faints 
*'  Would  hearken  to  my  voice  ! 

*'  Soon  I  would  eafe  their  fore  complaints^ 
*'  And  bid  their  hearts  rejoice. 

6  "  V/hiie  I  deilroy'd  their  foes, 
**  I'd  richly  feed  my  flock, 

*^  And  they  fhould  tarte  the  llream  which  flowa 
*^  From  their  eternal  rock." 

PSALM 


PSALM   LXXXII.  LXXXm.  I5J 

PSALM     LXXXIL 
God  the  fiiprane  Go^jernor ;  or,  ma  gift  rates  ^ivarned, 

1  AMONG  th'  afiemblies  of  the  great, 
±\^    A  greater  ruler  takes  his  feat. 

The  God  of  heav'n,  as  Judge,  furveys 
Thofe  gods  on  earth,  and  all  their  ways. 

2  Why  win  ye  then  frame  wicked  laws  ? 
Or  why  fapporc  th'  unright'ous  caufe  ? 
When  vvill  you  once  defend  the  poor. 
That  finRers  vex  the  faints  no  more  I 

3  They  know  not.  Lord,  nor  will  they  knoWj. 
Dark  are  the  ways  in  which  they  go  ; 

Their  name  of  earrhly  gods  is  vain. 
For  they  fhall  fall  and  die  like  men. 

4  Arlfc,  O  Lord,  and  let  thy  Son^ 
Poffefs  his  univerfal  throne, 

And  rule  the  nations  with  his  rod  ; 
He  is  our  Judge,  and  he  our  God. 

PSALM    LXXXIIL 

A  ccmplaint  agalnfi  firfecuioru 

1  A    ^  -^  ^^--^  ^^^  ^^^  of  grace 
±\,     Perpet'al  iilence  keep  ? 

The  God  of  jurtice  hold  his  peace,. 
And  let  his  veng'ance  fleep  ? 

2  Behold,  what  curfed  fnares 
The  men  of  mifchief  fpread  * 

The  men  who  hate  thy  faints  and  thee 
Lift  up  their  threat'ning  head. 

5  Againft  thy  hidden  ones 
Tiieir  counfels  they  employ. 

And  malice,  with  her  watchful  eye, 
Purfaes  them  todeHroy. 

4  The  noble  and  the  bafe 

In:o  thy  pailures  leap  ; 
The  lion  and  the  Itupid  afs 

Coafpire  to  vex  thy  fheep,  j  *'  Come 


154     PSALM    I.XXXIV, 

5  *'  Come,  let  us  join,  they  cry, 

*'  To  root  them  from  the  ground, 
*'  'Till  not  the  name  of  faints  remain, 
'*  Nor  mem'ry  fhall  be  found." 

6  Almighty  God  awakes. 
And  calls  his  wrath  to  mind  ; 

Gives  them,  like  forefts  to  the  fire. 
Or  fkti3le  to  the  wind. 

7  Convince  their  madnefs.  Lord, 
And  make  them  feek  thy  name  ; 

Or  elfe  their  flubborn  ra^e  confounds 
That  they  may  die  in  fhame. 

8  Then  {hall  the  nations  know 
That  glorious  dreadful  word, 

Jehovah  is  thy  name  alone. 
And  thou  the  fov'reign  Lord. 
PSALM     LXXXIV.     FrrJI  Par!. 
The  pleafure  of  public  '•jcorjhip. 

1  T  T  O  W  pleafant,  how  divinely  fair, 
.ITjL  ^  Lord  of  hofls,  thy  dwellings  are  \ 

With  long  defire  my  fpirit  faints 
To  meet  th'  afTemblies  of  thy  faints. 

2  My  fiefli  would  reft  in  thine  abode. 
My  panting  heart  cries  out  for  God  ; 
My  God  1  my  King  !  why  (hould  I  be 
So  far  from  all  my  joys  and  thee  ? 

9  The  fparrow  choofes  where  to  reft. 
And  for  her  young  provides  a  neft  ; 
But  will  my  God  to  fparrovvs  grant 
That  pleafure  which  his  children  want  ! 

4  Bieft  are  the  faints  who  fit  on  high 
Around  thy  throne  of  majefty  ; 
Thy  brighteft  glories  fhine  above, 
And  all  their  work  is  praife  and  love. 

5  Blell  are  the  fouls  who  find  a  place 

Within  the  tcTiple  of  thy  grace  y  There 


PSALM    LXXXIY.      155 

There  they  behold  thy  gentler  rays. 

And  leek  thy  face,  and  learn  thy  praife. 

6  E'eil  are  the  men  whofe  hearts  are  fet 

To  find  the  way  to  Sinn's  gate  ; 

God  is  their  flrength  ;  and  through  the  road 

They  lean  upon  their  helper,  God. 

n   Chearful  they  walk  with  growing  firength, 
'Till  all  ihall  meet  in  heav'n  at  length  ; 
'Till  all  before  thy  face  appear. 
And  join  in  nobler  worfhip  there. 

PSALM     LXXXIV.      Second  Part, 

God  and  his  church  ;  or,  grace  and  glcry. 

1  ^""^REAT  God  attend,  while  Zion  fings 
\_J  The  joy  which  from  thy  prefence  fprings. 

To  fpend  one  day  with  thee  on  earth 
Exceeds  a  thoufand  days  of  mirth. 

2  Might  I  enjoy  the  meanell  place 
Within  thy  houfe,  O  God  of  grace  ! 
Not  tents  of  eafe,  nor  thrones  of  povv'r. 
Should  tempt  ray  feet  to  leave  thy  door. 

3  God  is  our  Sun,  he  makes  our  day  !    ' 
God  is  our  fhield  !  he  guards  our  way 
From  all  th'  aflaults  of  hell  and  fm. 
From  foes  without,  and  foes  within. 

4  All  needful  grace  will  God  beftow. 
And  crown  that  grace  with  glory  too  ; 
He  gives  us  all  things,  and  withholds 
No  real  good  from  upright  fouls. 

5  O  God,  cur  King  !  whofe  fov'reign  fw?.7,f 
The  glorious  hofts  of  heav'n  obey. 

And  devils  at  thy  prefence  flee ; 
Bleil  is  the  man  who  trulls  in  thee. 


I 


PS  ALM 


156     PSALM    LXXXIV. 

PSALM     LXXXIV.     Paraphrased. 

Delight  in  ordinances  of  ^juorjhip  ;   or,  God  prejcnt 

in  his  churches. 
\   "T\  /f  Y  foul,  >iOw  lovely  is  the  place 

xVx     To  which  thy  Gon  reforts  t 
'Tis  hcav'n  to  feehis  fmiling  face. 

The'  in  his  earthly  courts. 

2  There  the  great  Monarch  of  the  fkies 
His  faving  pow'r  difplays. 

And  light  breaks  in  upon  our  eyes 
Wich  kind  and  quick'ning  rays. 

3  V/i[h  his  rich  gifts  the  heav'nly  dove 
Defcends  and  iiils  the  place, 

Whvle  Chrift  reveals  his  wond'rous  love. 
And  fneds  abroad  his  grace. 

4  There,  mighty  God,  thy  words  declare 
The  fecrcts  of  thy  will  ; 

Still  we  will  feek  thy  mercy  there. 
And  fmg  thy  praifes  iliii. 

Pa   us   e. 

5  My  heart  and  flefli  cry  out  for  thee, 
While  far  from  thine  abode. 

When  Ihall  I  tread  thy  courts  and  fee 
My  Saviour  and  my  God  ? 

6  The  fparrovv  builds  herfelf  a  nefl^ 
And  fuffers  no  remove  ; 

O  make  me  like  the  fparrow  bleft. 
To  dwell  but  where  1  love  ! 

7  To  fit  one  day  beneath  thine  eye, 
And  hear  thy  gracious  voice. 

Exceeds  a  whole  eternity 

Employ'd  in  carnal  joys. 
%  Lord,  at  thy  threshold  I  would  wait, 

W*hile  Jefus  is  within, 
Bather  than  fill  a  throne  of  ftate, 

Or  live  in  tents  of  f.n  !  9  Could 


PSALM     LXXXlt.     157 

-5  Could  I  command  the  fpacious  land. 

And  the  more  boundlefs  fea, 
For  one  bleft  hour  at  thy  right-hand, 

I'd  give  them  both  away. 

PSALM    LXXXIV. 
Longing  for  the  hou/e  of  God, 

4   T     ORD  of  th^  worlds  above, 

I  J  How  pleafant  and  how  faiy 
The  dwellings  of  thy  love. 
Thy  earthly  temples  are  i 

To  thine  abode 

My  heart  afpires. 

With  warm  deiires. 

To  fee  my  God. 

2  The  fparrow  for  her  young 
With  pleafare  feeks  a  neft  : 
And  wand'ring  fwallows  loag 
To  find  their  wonted  reft ; 

My  fpirit  faints 
With  equal  zeal. 
To  rife  and  dwell 
Among  thy  faints. 

3  O  happy  fouls  who  pray 
Where  God  appoints  to  hear 
O  happy  men  who  pay 
Their  conftant  fervice  there  \ 

They  praife  thee  llill  ; 
And  happy  they 
Who  love  the  way, 
To  ^/os's  hill. 

4  They  go  from  flrength  to  (Irengtli 
Thro'  this  dark  vale  of  tears, 
'Till  each  arrives  at  length, 

'Till  each  ia  heav'n  appears  : 


O 


155       PSALM    LXXXV. 

0  glor'ous  feat, 
When  God  our  King 
Shall  thither  bring 
Our  willing  feet. 

P    A    u    9    E^ 

i;  To  fpend  one  facred  day 
where  God  and  faints  abide. 
Affords  diviner  joy 
Than  thoufand  days  befide  ; 
Where  God  reforts 

1  love  it  more 
To  keep  the  door 
Than  fhine  in  courts. 

6  God  is  our  fun  and  fhield. 
Our  light  and  our  defence  ; 
With  gifts  his  hands  are  fiU'd, 
We  draw  our  bleffings  thence  : 

He  Oiall  beflow 
On  Jacoh'%  race 
Pecul'ar  grace 
And  glory  too. 

7  The  Lord  his  people  loves  ; 
Kis  hand  no  good  v/ithholds 
Froa-i  thofc  his  heart  approves. 
From  pure  and  pious  fouls  : 

Thrice  happy  he, 
O  God  of  iiofis, 
Whofe  fpirit  trufts 
Alone  in  thee. 

P'S  A  L  M     LXXXV.  TtrJlTart. 

Waiting  for  an  anjhver   to  prayer  ;  or,    deli'verance 

began  and  cample: ed. 

1  y     O  R  D  thou  haft  call'd  thy  grace  to  mind» 

\_j  Tiiou  haft  reversed  oar  heavy  doom  : 
lio  GoT^  forgave  when  T/rV/f^nn'd, 
And  brought  his  wand*iing  captives  home. 

2  Thoo 


PSALM    LXXXVL     ijj* 

;^  Thoa  haft  begun  to  fet  us  free. 
And  made  thy  fiercell  wrath  abate  ; 
Now  kt  our  hearts  be  turn'd  to  thee^ 
And  thy  falvation  be  complete. 

3  Revive  our  dying  graces.  Lord, 
And  let  thy  faints  in  thee  rejoice  ; 
Make  known  thy  truth,  fulfil  thy  word  ; 
We  wait  for  praife  to  tune  our  voice. 

4  We  wait  to  hear  what  God  will  fay  ; 
He'll  fpeak,  and  give  his  people  peace ; 
But  let  them  run  no  more  aflray. 

Left  his  returning  wrath  increafe. 

PSALM     LXXXy.     Second  Part. 

Salvation  by  Chrifi. 

I   QAL  VATIONis  for  ever  nigh 

^  The  fouls  who  fear  and  trufl  the  Lord  % 
And  grace  defcending  from  on  high 
Frefh  hopes  of  glory  fhall  afford. 

z  Mercy  and  truth  on  earth  are  met, 

Since  Chrift  the  Lord  came  down  from  heav'n  I; 

By  his  obed'ence  fo  complete» 

Juftice  is  pleas'd,  and  peace  is  giv*n. 

3  Now  truth  and  honor  fhall  abound. 
Religion  dwell  on  earth  again, 

And  he^v'nly  influence  blefs  the  ground 
In  our  Redeemer's  gentle  reign. 

4  His  right'oufnefs  is  gone  before. 
To  give  us  free  accefs  to  God  ; 

Our  wand'ring  feet  Ihall  ftray  no  more. 
But  mark  his  fteps,  and  keep  the  road. 

PSALM     LXXXVI. 

A  general  faig  of  praife  to  God. 

'l      AMONG  the  princes,  earthly  god?, 
J.  \.     There's  none  hath  pow'r  divine   j 

O  z  Naff 


3  6o    P  S  A  L  M    LXXXVIL 

Nor  Is  their  nature,  mighty  Lor^, 
Nor  jire  their  works  like  thine. 

2  The  nations  thoa  haft  made^  fhall  bring 
Their  ofF'rings  round  thy  throne  : 

For  thou  alone  doll  wond'rous  thifigs. 
For  thou  arc  God  alone. 

3  Lord,  1  would  walk  with  holy  feet  i. 
Teach  me  thine  heav'nly  ways, 

And  my  poor  fcatter'd  thoughts  unite- 
In  GjOd  my  Father's  praife. 

4  Great  is  thy  mercy,  and  my  fong 
Shall  thofe  fweet  wonders  tell. 

How  by  thy  grace  my  finkine^  foul 
Rofe  from  the  deeps  of  hell. 

PSALM    LXXXVir. 

Tae  church  the  birth-place  of  the  faints  ;    or,  j€W» 
and  Gentiles  united  in  the  chrijiian  church, 

1  f~^  O  D  in  his  earthly  temple  lays 
VJ  Foundations,  for  his  heav'nly  praife  % 

He  likes  the  tents  o^  Jacob  well. 
But  ftill  in  Zion  loves  to  dwell. 

2  His  mercy  vifits  ev'ryhoufe 

Which  pays  its  night  and  morning  vows  ;, 

But  makes  a  more  delightful  ftay 

V/here  churches  meet  to  praife  and  pray^^^ 

3  What  glories  were  defcrib'd  of  old  ?- 
What  wonders  are  of  Zion  told  ? 
Thou  city  of  our  God  below. 

Thy  fame  fliall  Tyre  and  E.gypt  know. 

4  Egypt  and  Tyrey  and  Greek  and  Jcm, 
Shall  there  begin  their  lives  anew  ; 
Angels  and  men  fhall  join  to  fmg 
The  hill  where  living  waters  fpring. 

5  When  God  makes  up  his  laft  account 
Of  native3;»  in  his  holy  mount, 

'Twill 


P  S  A  L  M     LXXXIX,     i6f 

'Twill  b^  an  honor  to  appear 

As  one  nsvv-born  or  nourifli'd  there. 

P   S    A   L   M      LXXXIX.      F:rJ}  Part, 

The   covenant   made  -loith    Chrijl    ;   or,     ihe   true 
Du-vici. 

1  T7*OR  ever  fnsll  rny  fong  record 

^    The  truth  and  m^rcy  of  the  Lord  ; 
Mercy  and  truth  for  ever  iiand 
Like  heav'nj  eftabliili'd  by  his  hand. 

2  Thus  to  his  Son,  he  fsvare,  and  iaid, 
•*  With  thee  my  cov'nant  hrll  is  made, 
*■  In  thee  Ciall  dying  fmners  live, 

*'  G\GYy  and  grace  arc  thine  to  give. 

3  ^'  Be  thou  my  Prophet,  then  r:r/  Prieftj 
*'  Thy  children  fh.-ail  be  ever  b;cu  ; 

**  Thou  art  my  chofen  King  ;  thy  ihrone 
^*  Shall  iland eternal  like  my  cwn. 

^,  "  There's  noae  of  all  my  Tons  above 
*'  S^-^much  my  image  or  my  love  : 
^'  Cckn'al  pow'rs  thy  lubjecls  are, 
*^  Then  v>/hat  can  earth  to  thee  compare  r 

£   "  Da-jidj  my  fervant,  whom  I  chofe 
*'  To  guard  my  flock,  to  crulli  my  foe5» 
**  And  rais'dhim  to  the  Je^Mljh  throne, 
**^  Was  but  a  ihadow  of  my  Son." 

6  Now  kt  the  ehurch  rejoice  and  fing, 
Jefus  her  Saviour  and  her  King  1 
Angels  his  heav'nly  wonders  Ihow  ! 
And  faints  declare  his  works  below  \ 

PSALM  LXXXIX.    FirjlPart.    Com.  Met.. 

The  fait  hfulnefs  of  Cjd^ 
1    T^/T  Y  never-ceafing  fongs  fnall  lliow 

iTX     The  mercies  of  the  Lo;d  , 
And  make  fucceeding  ages  know 

How  faithful  is  his  word. 

O  3"  ^  "vh^ 


i62    PSALM    LXXXIX. 

2  The  facred  truths  his  lips  pronounce 
Shall  firm  as  heav'n  endure  : 

And,  if  he  fpeak  a  promlie  once^ 
Th'  eternal  grace  isfure. 

3  How  long  the  race  of  Da^vid  held 
The  promis'd  Js-joip  throne  ! 

But  there's  a  nobler  cov'iiant  feard. 

To /)rt^7V's  greater  Son.  i 

4  This  feed  for  ever  fn-all  poficfs 
The  throne  above  the  Ikies  ; 

The  meanell  fubjedl  of  his  grace 
Shall  to  that  glory  rife. 

5  Lord  God  of  Hofts,  thy  wond'rcua  wap 
Are  fung  by  faints  above, 

And  faints  on  earth  their  honors  raife 
To  thy  unchanging  love. 

P  S  A  L  M       LXXXIX.       Seccnd  Part. 

The  po^juer   and  majejly  cf  God  ;.  or,  re'-verential 
rxorjhip. 

I   TT  7"  I  T  H  rev'rence  let  the  faints  appear, 

VV        A'^d  ^0*^  before  the  Lord  j 
His  high  commands  with  rev'rence  hear. 

And  tremble  at  his  word. 
.-3  How  terrible  thy  glories  be  r 

How  bright  thine  armies  Ihine  ! 
Where  is  the  pow'r  which  vies  with  thee  I 

Or  truth  compar'd  to  thine  ? 

•T^  The  Northern  pole  and  Southern  reft 

On  thy  fiipporting  hand  ; 
Darknefs  and  day  from  Eaji  to  Weji- 
Move  round  at  thy  command. 

4  Thy  words  the  raging  winds  controul> 

And  rule  the  boill'rous  deep  ! 
"I'hou  mak'll  the  ileeping  billows  roII> 

Ths  rolling  billows  flcep. 

5  Heav'b 


P  S  A  L  M    ILXXXIX.     i6j 

^  Heav'n,  earth  and  air,  and  fca  are  thmej^  . 

And  the  dark  world  of  heil  ; 
How  did  thine  zvm  in  vengeance  fhine 

Whea  Egypt  durft  rebel  1 

6  Jaftice  and  judgmeat  are  thy  thxone  ;. 

Yet  won'd'ron5  is  thy  grace  ; 
While  truth  and  mercy  join'd  in  one 

Invite  as  near  thy  face. 

PSALM       LXXXIX.     n>ird  Part. 
J  Mefed  go/pel. 

1  TJ  LE  S  T  are  the  foals  who  hear  and  know? 
_|3     The  gofpel's  joyfd  found  ; 

Peace  fnail  attend  the  paths  they  go. 
And  light  their  Heps  furround  ^ 

2  Their  joy  (hail  bear  their  fpirits  ap,. 
Thro'  their  Redeemer's  name  ; 

Kis  right'oafnefs  exalts  their  hope. 
Nor  Satan  dares  eondemn. 

3  The  Lord,  our  glory  and  defence, 
Strength  and  falvatioa  gives  : 

J/r^el,  thy  King  for  ever  reigns. 
Thy  God  for  ever  lives  I 

PSALM     LXXXIX.     FourtB  Part. 

Chrijf's  mediatorial  kingdom  ;     or,    kis  di<vine  and 

human  nature. 

I   TJ  EAR  what  the  Lord  in  vlfion  faid» 
Jj_     And  made  his  mercy  knovi'n  ; 

•'  Sinners,  behold,  your  help  is  laid 
*'  On  my  almighty  Son." 

•2  Behold  the  man  my  wifdom  chofe 

Among  your  mortal  race  ! 
His  head  ray  holy  oil  o'erfiows. 

The  Spirit  of  my  grace. 

3  High  fnall  he  reign  onDwuidh  throne. 
My  people's  better  S.ing  j  My 


i64      PS  A  L  M    LXXXIX, 

My  arm  fhall  beat  his  riva's  down. 
And  ill II  new  fubjefts  bring. 

4  My  trath  (hall  guard  him  in  his  wry. 
With  mercy  by  his  ilde  j 

VvTiile,  in  my  name,  thro'  earih  and  lea, 
Ke  fhail  in  triumph  ride. 

5  Me  for  his  Father  and  his  God-, 
He  fhal!  for  ever  own  ; 

Call  me  his  PvOck,  his  high  abede. 
And  I'll  fupport  my  Son. 

6  My  firft-born  Son  array 'd  in  grace'. 
At  my  right-hand  H-iall  fit  ; 

Beneath  him  angels  know  their  place. 
And  monarchs,  at  hrs  feet. 

7  My  covenant  flands  for  ever  fafl. 
My  promrfes  are  fcrong  ; 

firm  as  the  heav'ns  his  throne  fliall  laffr^ 
His  feed  endure  as  long. 

P  S  A  L  M     LXXXIX.     Fi/i/j  Part.. 

The  co-venant  of  grace    unchayrgeahh  j  or',  a^i^ors 
'vjithout  reje^ion. 

1  "^T  E  T  (faith  the  Lord)  il  Da^jidh  race> 

\       The  children  of  my  ^lon. 
Should  break  my  Jaws,  abufe  my  gracs. 
And  tempt  mine  anger  down, 

2  Their  fins  rii  vifit  with  the  rod. 
And  make  their  folly  fmart  ; 

But  I'll  not  ccafe  to  be  their  God,. 
Nor  from  my  truth  depart. 

3  Mycov'nantI  will  ne'er  revoke. 
But  keep  my  grace  in  mind  ; 

And  what  eternal  love  hath  fpoke> 
Eternal  truth  fhall  bind. 

^  Once  have  I  fworn  (I  need  no  more) 

And  picdg'd  my  holinefs^  Tc 


'      P  S  A  L.  M    LXXXIX.     165 

To  feal  the  facred  promife  furie 
To  Da'vid  and  his  race. 

5  The  fun  fhall  fee  his  oiFspring  rife^  , 
And  fpread  from  fea  to  fea  ; 

Long  as  he  travels  round  the  Ikies 
To  give  the  nations  day. 

6  Sure  as  the  moon  which  rules  the  nighty 
His  kingdom  (hall  endure  ; 

'Till  the  fixM  laws  of  fhade  and  light 
Shall  he  obferv'd  no  more. 

PSALM     LXXXIX.    Sixt^  Fart. 

Mortality  and  hope. 

A  Funeral  Pfalm. 

1  TJ   EMEMBER,  Lord,  our  mortal  ftatej» 
_£\^  How  frail  our  life,  how  fftort  the  date  I 

Where  is  the  man  who  draws  his  breath 
Safe  from  difeafe,  fecure  from  death  ? 

2  Lord,  while  we  fee  whole  nations  die. 
Our  flelh  and  fenfe  repine  and  erf, 

**  Muft  death  for  ever  rage  and  reign  ! 
**  Or  halt  thou  miade  mankind  in  vain  f 

3  Where  is  thy  promife  to  the  juil  ? 
Arc  not  thy  fervants  turn'd  to  dull  ? 
But  faith  forbids  thefe  mournful  fighsr 
And  fees  the  fieeping  duft  arife. 

4  That  glor'ous  hour,  that  dreadful  day 
Wipes  the  reproach  of  faints  away. 
And  clears  the  honor  of  thy  word  ! 
A.wake  our  fouls,  and  blefs  th^  Lord. 

PSALM     LXXXIX.     Lafi  Part. 

Life 3  death,  and  the  refur region. 

I   K  j  ^HINK,  mighty  God,  enfeeble  man  ? 
i        How  k'i^  his  hoars !  kow  ihort  hi&  fpaa^ 
Short  froisi  the  cradle  to  the  grave  1. 

Who 


i66        PSALM      XC. 

Who  can  fecure  his  vital  breath 
Againll  the  bold  demands  of  death. 
With  fkill  to  fly,  or  pow'r  to  fave  ? 

2  Lord,  fhall  it  be  for  ever  faid, 
•*  The  race  of  man  was  only  made 

**  For  ficknefs,  forrow,  and  the  dull  ?" 
Are  not  thy  fervants,  day  by  day. 
Sent  to  thsir  graves  and  turn'd  to  clay  ? 

Lord,  Where's  thy  kindnefs  to  the  juft  ? 

3  Haft  thou  not  promised  fo  thy  Son, 
And  all  his  feed,  a  heavenly  crown  ? 

But  flefiiand  fenfe  indulge  defpair : 
For  ever  bleiTed  be  the  Lord  ! 
That  faith  can  read  his  holy  word. 

And  find  a  refurredion  there. 

4  Forever  bltfTed  be  the  Lord  ! 
Who  gives  his  faints  a  long  reward 

For  all  iheir  toil,  reproach  and  pain  r 
Let  all  below,  and  all  above. 
Join  to  proclaim  thy  wond'rous  love. 

And  each  repeat  a  loud  Amen. 

PSALM     XC.     Long  Metre. 
Man  mortal,  and  God  eternal, 
A  mournful  fong  at  a  funeral. 

1  '  g  ^HRO*  ev'ry  age,  eternal  God, 

X      Thou  art  our  rell,  our  fafe  abode  : 
Kigh  was  thy  throne,  e*er  henv'n  Vr'as  made. 
Or  earth,  thy  humble  footflool,  laid. 

2  Long  hadft  thou  reign'd  e'er  time  began. 
Or  duft  vras  falliion'd  to  a  man  ; 

And  long  thy  kingdom  iliall  endure  . 
When  earth  and  time  lliall  be  no  more. 

3  But  man,  weak  man,  is  born  to  die  ; 
Mr.de  up  of  guilt  and  vanity  : 

Thy  dreadful  fentence.  Lord,  was  juft, 

Kcturn,  yc  f.n<:ersj  tcyQur  dujU  [4  A 


PSALM    XC.  i6j 

[4.  A  thoufand  of  our  years  amount 
Scarce  to  a  day  in  thine  account, 
Likeyeilerday^s  departed  light. 
Or  the  lafl  watch  of  ending  night.] 

Pause. 
5  Death,  like  an  overflowing  dream, 
-Sweeps  us  away  ;  our  life's  a  dream'; 
An  empty  tale  ;  a  morning  flow'r  : 
Cut  down  and  wither'd  in  an  hour  : 

[6  Our  age  to  fev'nty  years  is  fet  ; 
How  fhort  the  term  1  hew.  frail' the  ilate  i 
And  if  to  eighty  we  arrive," 
We  rather  figh  and  groan  than  live.  * 

7  But  O  !  how  oft  thy  wrath  appears. 
And  cuts  of  our  expefted  years  ! 
Thy  wrath  awakes  our  humble  dread  : 
We  fear  that  povv'r  which  flrikes  us  dead.] 

S  Teach  us,  O  Lord,  how  frail  is  man  I 
And  kindly  1-engthen  out  our  fpan, 
^Till  a  wife  care  of  piety 
Fit  us  to  die,  and  dwell  with  thee. 

PSALM     XC.     FirJiPart,     Com.  Met. 
Man  frail  and  God  eternal. 

1  /^UR  God,  our  help  in  ages  pail, 
\J     Our  hope  for  years  to  come. 

Our  Shelter  from  the  ftormy  blafl. 
And  our  eternal  home  ! 

2  Under  the  fliadow  of  thy  throne. 
Thy  faints  have  dwelt  fecure  ; 

Sufficient  is  thine  arm  alone. 
And  our  defence  is  fure. 

3  Before  the  hills  in  order  flood. 
Or  earth. receiv'd  her  frame. 

From  everlafling  thou  art  God,  • 
To  endlefs  years  the  fame, 

4  Thv 


i68  PSALM    XC. 

4.  Thy  word  commands  our  flefh  to  duft. 

Return,  je/ofis  of  men  ; 
AH  nations  rofe  from  earth  at  firll. 

And  turn  to  earth  again. 
5   A  thoufand  ages  in  thy  fight 

Are  like  an  ev'ning  gone  ; 
Short  as  the  watch  which  ends  the  night 

Before  the  riling  fun. 
[6  The  bufy  tribes  of  fiefn  and  blood. 

With  all  their  lives  and  cares, 
J^re  carry'd  downwards  by  the  flood. 

And  loll  in  foirwing  years. 
7  Timef  like  an  ever-rolling  ftream. 

Bears  all  its  fjns  away  ; 
They  fly,  forgotten,  as  a  dream 

Dies  at  the  op'ning  day. 

%  Like  flow'ry  fields  the  nations  (land, 

Pleas'd  with  the  morning  light  ; 
The  flow'rs  beneath  the  mower's  hand. 

Lie  with'ring  e'er  'tis  night.] 

9  Our  God,  our  help  in  ages  pafc. 

Our  hope  for  years  to  come  1 
-Be  thou  our  guard  while  troubles  lad. 

And  our  eternal  home. 

PSALM     XC.      ^^.cond  Part. 

Infirmities  and  morality   the  epa  of  fin  ;  Of,    ///>, 
eld  age,  and  preparation  fm-  death. 

I.   y     O  R  D,  if  thine  eyes  furvey  our  faults, 

I  J     And  juftice  grow  fevere. 
Thy  dreadful  wrath  exceeds  our  thoughts. 
And  burns  beyond  our  fear. 

z  Thine  an2;er  turns  our  frame  to  dull ; 

By  one  offence  to  thee, 
Adam,  with  all  his  fons>  have  kit 

Theit-  immortality.  5  Life 


F  S  A  L.  M     Xa  169 

^  Life,  like  a  vain  amufement,  fiies^ 

A  fable'or  a  fong  ; 
:2y  fvvift  degrees  our  nature  dies. 

Nor  can  cur  joys  be  long. 

4  ^Tis  but  a  few  whcfe  days  amount 

To  tliree  fcore  years  and  ten  ; 
And  all  beyond  that  fnort  account 

Is  forrow,  toil  and  pain. 

'^■r^  Our  vitals,  with  labcur'ous  Urife, 

Bear  up  the  crazy  load  ; 
And  drag  thofe  poor  remains  of  life 
Along  the  tireforne  road.] 

=6  Almighty  God,  reveal  thy  love. 

And  not  thy  wrath  alone  ; 
O  let  our  f'A-eet  exper'en-ce  prove 

The  mercies  of  thy  throne  ! 

■y  Gar  fouls  would  learn  the  heav'nly  art 

T'  improve  the  hc^rs  u^e  have  ; 
That  we  may  aft  the  wifer  part. 

And  live  beyond  the  grave. 

PSALM     XC.     Third  Tart. 
'  Breathing  cfter  hea'ven, 

J   15  E  T  U  R  N,  O  God  of  love,  return! 

^%^     Earth  is  a  tirefome  place  ; 
How  long  (hail  we,  thy  children,  mourn 

Our  abfence  from  thy  fa.ce  ? 

%  Let  heav'n  fjcceed  our  painful  years,, 

Let  fin  "arid 'forrow  ceafe  ; 
Let  mercy  wipe  away  our  tears. 

And  make  our  joys  Increafe. 

3  Thy  wonders  to  thy  fervants  fhoW;^ 

Make  thy  own- work  complete  ; 
Then  uiall  our  fouls  thy  glory  know. 

And  own  thy  love  was  great. 

P  4  Ther^ 


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4  Then  (hall  we  fiilne  before  thy  throw 

In  all  thy  beauty.  Lord  ; 
And  the  poor  ferviee  we  have  done 

Meet  undeferv'd  reward. 

PSALM    XG.     Short  Metre, 
T he  frailty  and  Jhortne/seflifi. 

i    T    O  R  D,  what  a  feeble  pifcce 
S.  J     Is  this  opr  mortal  frame  ! 

Our  life,  how  poor  a  trifle  'tis. 
Which  fcarce  deferyes  the  naaui  1 

2  Alas  \  the  brittle  clay 
Which  built  our  body  firfl  ! 

-And  ev'ry  month,  and  ev'ry  day 
'Tis  mould'ring  back  to  4uit. 

3  Oar  moments  fly  apace, 
Nor  will  our  minutes  ftay  ; 

Jull  like  a  flood,  our  hafty  days 
Are  fweeping  us  away. 

4  Well,  if  our  days  mull  fly, 
We'll  keep  their  end  in  fight ; 

We'll  fpend  them  all  in  wifdom's  way. 
And  let  them  fpeed  their  flight. 

5  They'll  waft  us  fooner  o'er 
This  life's  tempeft'ous  fea  : 

Soon  we  (hali  reach  the  peaceful  fliorc 
Of  Well  eternity. 

PSALM     XCI.  IF'trfi  Pari. 
Safety  in  public  difeafet  and  dangers. 

1  TT  E  who  hath  made  his  refuge,  Goi>i 
j~l.  Shall  find  a  moftiecure  abode  ^ 

Shall  walk  all  day  beneath  his  Ihade, 
And  there  at  night  ihall  reil  his  head. 

2  Then  Willi  fay.  **  My  God,  thy  pow'r 
^''  Shall  be  my  fortfefs-awd  mf  tow'r  j 


PSALM     XCT.  171 

*'  I  who  am  form'd  of  feeble  dull, 

"^  Make  thine  almighty  arm  my  truft/* 

3  Thrice  happy  man  !  thy  Maker's  care 
Shall  keep  thee  from  the  fov.  ler's  fnare  I 
Satan  the  fowler,  who  betrays 
Unguarded  fouls  a  thoufand  ways. 

4  Juft  as  a  hen  protefts  her  brood 

(  From  birds  of  prey  which  feek  their  blood) 
Under  her  feathers,  fo  the  Lord 
Makes  his  own  arm  his  people's  guard. 

5  If  burning  beams  of  noon  confpire 
To  dart  a  peftilential  iire, 

God  is  their  life  ;  his  wings  are  fpread 
To  ihield  them  with  an  healthful  Ihade.    . 

6  If  vapours,  with  malignant  breath. 
Rife  thick,  and  fcatter  midnight  death;, 
Jj^el  is  fafe  :  the  poifon'd  air 

Grows  pure,  iiljr'elh  God  be  there. 

Pause. 

7  What  tho'  a  thoufand  at  thy  iide  ? 
At  thy  right-hand  ten  thoufand  dy'd  } 
Thy  God  his  chofen  people  faves 

Among  the  dead,  amidil  the  graves^  ^ 

%  So  when  he  fent  his  angel  down 
To  make  his  wrath  in  Egypt  known. 
And  flew  their  ions,  his  careful  eye 
Pafs'd  all  the  Aoor^o^ Jacob  by. 

9  But  if  the  iire,  or  plague  or  fword, 
Receive  cornmiiEon  from  the  Lord, 
To  ftrike  his  faints  among  the  reft. 
Their  very  pains  and  deaths  are  bleft» 

10  Thefword,  the  peftilence,  or  fire, 
,Shall  but  fulfil  their  beft  defire  ; 

P  2  ifrom 


172  PSALM     XCL 

From  fiiis  and  fcrrow  ht  them  use, 
And  bring  thy  children.  Lord,  to  thee* 

P  S  A  L  M     XCI.     SecofiJ  Part. 

Prote^ionfram  death,  guard  cf  angels,  'ui^ory.  anS 
d&U-verance. 

E  forjs  of  men,  a  feeble  race, 
Expos'd  to  ev'ry  fiiare. 
Come,  make  the  Lord  your  dwelling  p!ace> 
And  try,  and  truLhis  cars. 

2  No  ill  fhall  enter  where  ycu  dwell  i. 
Or,  if  the  plague  come  nigh. 

And  {'fitzi^  the  wicked  down  to  hell, 
'Twill  raife  his  faints  on  high* 

3  Ke'll  give  his  angels  charg^j  to  keep« 
Your  feet  in  all  their  wayj  ; 

"To  watch  your  pillow  while  you Heep, 

And  gijard  your  happy  days.  .  ,  ' 

4  Thsir  hands  Hiall  bear.  you,.lefl  you  fall" 
And  dalh  agaiaf:  t!i£  llonas  ; 

Are  they  not  fervantj,  at  his  call. 
And  fen:  t*  attend  his  fons  ? 

5  Adders  and  lions  ye  iliall  tread  ;. 
The  tempter's  wiles  defeat ; 

He  who  hath  broke  the  ferpent's  head^. 
Puts  him  beneath  your  feet. 

6  **  Becaufe  on  me  they  fet  their  love, 
*'  V\\  lave  them  (Uith  the  Lord) 

'•  I'll  bear  their  joyful  fouls  above 
**  Deilruclion  and' the  fword. 

7  "^  My  grace  fhall  anfwer  wlien  they  call';- 
"^  In  trouble  V\\  be  nigh  ; 

*'  My  pow'r  fhall  help  them  when  they  fall, 
**  And  raife  them  wheii,  they  die. 
c-  8  "  Thofe 


P  S  A  L  M    XCTI,         173 

S  *'  Tliofe  who  on  einh  my  name  have  known 

-'  I'll  honor  thsm  in  heav'n  ; 
««  There  my  falvaticn  fliall  be  ihown, 
**  And  endlefs  life  be  giv'n. 

PSALM     XCJI.    Fh-J}  Part. 
A  Pf aim  for  the  Lord^s  Day. 

1  OWEET  is  the  work,  my  God,  my  King  T 
^  To  praife  thy  name,  give  thanks  and  Ting,  ^ 

To  Ihew  thy  love  by  morning  light. 
And  talk  of  all  thy  truth  at  night  \ 

2  Sweet  is  the  day  of  facred  reft  ; 

No  mortal  cares  (hall  feize  my  breaft  ; 
O  may  my  heart  in  tune  be  found, 
Like  Da'vid^s  harp  of  folemn  found  ! 

3  My  heart  Ihall  triumph  in  my  Lord, 
And  blefs  his  works,  and  blefs  his  word  ; 
Thy  works  of  grace,  how  bright  they  fhine  1 
How  deep  thy  counfels  !  how  divine  1 

4  Fools  never  raife  their  thoughts  fo  high  ; 
Like  brutes  they  live  !  like  brutes  they  die  I 
Like  grafs  they  flouriih,  'till  thy  breath 
Blaft  them  in  everlafling  death  ! 

5  But  I  fliall  (hare  a  gior'ous  part. 
When  grace  hath  well  refin'd  my  hearty 
And  freih  fupplies  of  joy  are  iliedj 
Like  holy  <jii,  to  cheer  my  head. 

6  Sin  (my  wcril  enemy  before) 
Shall  vex  my  eyes  and  ears  no  mere  ^ 
My  inward  foes  Ihall  all  be  flain, 
Nor  Satan  break  my  peace  again. 

7  Then  iiiall  I  fee,  and  hear  and  know.^' 
All  I  defir'd,  or  wiih'd  below; 

And  tv''ry  pow'r  iind  fweet  employ 
In  tbaj  eternal  world  of  joy. 

F  2  PSALM 


X74    F  S  A  L  M  XCII.  XCIII.. 

P   S   A  L   M        XCII.        Setond  Favt, 
The  Church  is  the  garden  cf  God, 

1  T    O  R  D,    'tis  a  PiCafant  thing  to  ibnd 
I  J  In  gardens,  planted  by  thine  hand  : 

Let  me  within  thy  courts  be  {tzn 
Like  a  yoang  Cedar,  freih  and  green. 

2  There  grow  thy  faints  in  faith  and  lovCj, 
Bieft  with  thy  inii'encc  ixoxi\  above  ;. 

Not  Lshancn,  with  all  its  trees. 
Yields  fuch  a  comely  fight  as  thefe. 

5  The  plants  of  grace  (hall  ever  live  :; 
(Maturj  decays,  bat  grace  mull  thrive) 
Time,  which  doth  all  things  elie  impaifj. 
Still  makes  tliem  fiouriih.  ftrongand  fair»- 

4  Laden  with  fruits  of  age^  they  fliew 
The  Lord:is  holy,  jail  and  true  : 
None  who  attend  his  gates  iliali  find 
X  God  unfiiithful  or  unkind. 

P  S  A  L  M    XCIII.     i-il  Metres 

The  eternal  and  fo-fs reign  God, 

l     TEHOVAH  reigns  ;  he  dwells  in  light  5 

J    Girded  with  majeily  and  might : 
The  world,  created  by  his  hand:, 
o'till  on  its  firrE  foundation  flands. 

z  But  e'er  this  fpacious  world  was-aiade> 
Or  had  its  firit  foundations  laid, 
i'hy  throne  eternal  aoes  flood, 
^^h.y  felf  the  ever-living  God. 
-I  Like  floods  the  angry  nations  rifci 
And  aim  their  rage  againfl  the  ikies  ; 
Vain  Hoods,  which  aim  their  rage  fo  high  ! 
At  thy  rebuke  the  billows  die. 

4  For  ever  fhall  thy  throne  endure  j 

Thy  prc^mil^i  llaiids  for  ever  fure,  An4 


F  S  A  L-  M     XCIIL     •  175; 

j^nd  everlniVm^;  hollnefs 

Becomes  the  dwelling  of  thy  grace. 

P  S:  A  L.  U    XCIIL      2d  Metre,, 

[high  p. 
i   ^w  ^  H  S  Lord  of. glory  rsigns- !  he  reigns  oni 

Ji   His  robes  of  ilate  are  frrt;ngth  and  majeilyi. 
This  wide  creation  rofe  at  his  command.; 
Built  by  his  word,  a.nd  'ftablifn'd  by  his  hand  r: 
Long  flood  his  throne,  e'^er  he  began  creation^ 
And  his  own  Godhead" is  the  firm.:  foundation,. 

2  God  is  th'  eternal  King  :  thy  foes  in  vain 
Raife  their  rebeii'on  to  confound  thy  reign  : 
I-n  vain  the  ftorins,  in  vain  the  floods  arife. 

And  roar  and  tofs  their  waves  againil  the  fkies  ;:^ 
Foaming  at  heav'n^  they  rage  with  wild  coramo- 

[tion. 
But  heav'n's  high  arches  fcom  the  fuelling  Gcean.., 

3  Ye  tempefts  rage  no  more  !  ye  floods  be   ftill  t 
And  the  mad  world  rabmiillve  to  his  will  : 

Bailt  on  his  truth,  his  church  mult  ever  Hand  r 
.Firm  are  his  promifes,  and  ftrong  his  hand  : 
See  his  own  Tons,  when  they  appear  before  him-*,. 
Scw-at  his  foot-ftool,  and  with  fear  adore  him  1 

P  S  A  L  M    XCIir.     3.d  Metre. 

1  >"  I  "^  H  E  Lord  Jehovah  reignsg, 

^    And  royal- ilate  maintains. 
His  head  with  awful  glories  cr.own'd.| 

Array' d^ in  robes  of  light. 

Begirt  with  fcv'.reign  mighty. 
And  rays  of  majeiiy  around, 

2  Upheld  by  thy  commands 
The  w/jrld  iecureiy  fcands  ; 

Jjid  ikits  andli?.x3  obey  thy  word' 5.. 


f]6       P-  S  A  L  M.    XCIT,  ■ 

Thy  throne  was  fixM  on  high,^ 

Before  the  rtarry  iky  ; 
Sternal  is  thy  kingdom.  Lord  ! 

^  In  vain  the  noify  crow'd. 

Like  billows  fierce  and  loud, 
Againft  thine  empire  rage  and  roar  ^ 

In  vain,  with  angry  fpite. 

The  furly  nations  nght. 
And  daih  like  waves  again il  the  fljorev 

4  Let  floods  and  nations  rage. 
And  all  their  povv'rs  engage. 

Let  fwelling  tides  affault  the  Iky  ^ 

The  terrors  of  thy  frown 

Shall  beat  their  madnefs  down  ; 
Thy  throne  for  ever  iiands  on  high.- 

5  Thy  promifes  are  true. 
Thy  grace  is  ever  new  ; 

There  fix'd,  thy  church  ftiall  ne'er  rcmoverg} 

Thy  faints  with  holy  fear 

Shall  in  thy  courts  appear. 
And  fing  thine  everlafting  love. 

PSALM     XCIV.     FirJ}  Fart, 

Saints  chajiifedy  andjinners  dejiroyed  ;  or,  Injlruc 

tize  affiit^tpns. 

J  ''"T^H  E   God  to  whom  revenge  belongs 

JL        Proclai-ms  his  wrath  aloud  ; 
His  fov'reign  pow'rs  redrefs  our  vviongs. 
His  juftice  fmites  the  proud. 

z  They  fay,  *'  The  Lord  nor  fees  nor  hears  5.'^ 

When  will  the  fools  be  wife  ? 
Can  he  be  deaf,  who  formed  their  ears  I 

Or  blind,  who  made  their  eyes  ? 

^  He  knows  their  imp'ous  thoughts  arevain^ 
And  Uiey  ihaU  feel"  his  pow'r  5 


F  S  A  L  M    XCIY,       \77 

His  wrath  rnall  pierce  their  iculs  wilh  pain^ 
In  foms  I'urpriiing  hour. 

4  But  when  thy  faints  deferve  rebuke. 
Thou  haft  a  gentler  rod  ; 

Thy  providences  and  thy  book 

Shall  make  them  know  their  God. 

5  Bleit  is  the  mart  thy  hands  chaililc^ 
And  to  his  duty  draw  : 

Thy  fcourges  make  thy  children  wiiCj      .-v. 
When  they  forget  thy  law. 

6  But  God  will  ne'er  caft  off  his  faints., 
Nor  his  own  promife  break  ; 

He  pardons  his  inheritance 
For  their  Redeemer's  fake^- 

P  S  A  L  M     XCIV.        Seco^J  Tart. 
God  cur  Jupport  and  comfort  ;  or,    deli^verance  frs^ 

temptation  ayzd perfecuticn. 
I   "^T  7  H  O  will  arife  and  plead  my  right 

W       Agaiaii:  my  nuni'rcus  foeS;, 
V/hile  earth  and  hell  their  force  'jnite> 
And  all  my  hopes  oppofe  ? 

•2  Had  not  the  Lord,  ray  rock,  my  helps,. 

Suilain'd  my  fainting  head. 
My  life  had  now  in  filence  dwelt,- 

My  foul  amongil  the  dead. 

3  Alasy  my  fading  feet  !   I  cry'd. 
Thy  promife  was  ray  prop  ; 

Thy  grace  fiooa  eonfrant  by  my  fide>. 
Thy  fpirit  bcre  me  up. 

4  While  m-Aildtudes  of  mournful  thoughts 
Within  my  bofom  roll. 

Thy  boundlefs  love  forgives  my  faults. 
Thy  comforts  cheer  my  fouL 

5  Pow^4? 


573         PSA  L  M     XCV. 

5  Pow'rs  cf  iniquity  may  rife. 
And  frame  pernicious  laws  ; 

But  God,  my  refuge,  rules  the  ikies  j 
He  will  defend  rny  caufe. 

6  Let  malice  vent  her  ra^ie  aloud  ; 
Let  bold  blafphemers  fcofF  ; 

The  Lord  our  God  will  judge  the  proud. 
And  cut  the  fmners  off. 

PSALM     XCV.     Common  Metre- 
j4  P faint  before  Prayer, 
\   O  I  N  G  to  the  Lord  Jehovah's  namey 

i3     And  in  his  ftrength  rejoice  ; 
When  his  falvation  is  our  theme. 
Exalted  be  our  voice. 

«  "With  thanks  approach  his  awful  feat. 

And  pfalms  of  honor  fing  ; 
The  Lord's  a  God  c:  boundlefs  might. 

The  whole  creation's  King. 

3  Let  princes  hear,  let  angels  know 
How  mean  their  natures  feem, 

Thofe  gods  on  high,  and  gods  belov/. 
When  once  comparM  with  him. 

4  Earth,  with  its  caverns  dark  and  deep-. 
Lies  in  his  fpacious  hand  ; 

He  fix'd  the  feas  what  bounds  to  keep. 
And  where  the  hills  mull  iland. 

5  Come,  and  with  humble  fouls,  adore,* 
Come,  kneel  berore  his  face  ; 

O  may  the  creatures  of  his  pcw'r 
Be  children  of  his  grace  t 

6  Now  i-s  the  time  !  he  bend5f  his  ear  , 
And  waits  for  your  requcil ; 

Come,  leil  he  rouze  Ms  wrath,  andfwear 
*'  Yc  lb  all  not  kt  my  reft.'' 

P  S  A  L  M 


PSALM    XCV,         175 

PSALM       XCV.     Short  Metre. 

A  P/alm  he/ore  SermoH. 

2  f^  O  M  E,  found  ills  praifc  abroad  % 
\_^     And  hymns  of  glory  iing  ; 

lehovah  is  the  fov'reign  God, 
The  univerfal  King. 

.3  He  forni'd  the  deeps  unknown  | 

He  gave  the  feas  their  bound  ; 
Thewat'ry  worlds  ar^  all  his  own  ; 

And  all  the  foiid  ground. 

3  Come,  worihip  at  his  throne  ; 
Come,  bow  before  the  Lord  ; 

We  are  iiis  works,  and  not  our  own  i 
He  form'd  us  by  his  word. 

4  Today  attend  his  voice  ; 
Nor  dare  provoke  his  rod  ; 

Come,  like  the  people  of  his  choice. 

And  own  your  gracious  God.  \ 

-5  But,  if  your  ears  refufe 

The  langL!7.ge  of  his  grace. 
And  hearts  grow  hard,  like  fcabbora  Ji'W^^ 

That  unbelieving  race. 

-6  The  Lord,  in  veng'a.nce  dreil, 

Wlli  lift  his  hand  and  uyear, 
'    Ydu  who  dsfpife  my  promis'd  reft, 

*'  Shall  have  no  portion  there." 

P  S  A  L  M     XCV.     Long  Metre.      • 

Canaan  loji  jr-  .;  ;    -  hdief  \  or,  a  ^jjarning  to  dt^.  . 
.  ''ing  Jlnners. 

%   /^  ^  ^- -  -  -*^^  voices  join  ta  raile 

V^  A  (acjcd  ^ang  of  Iblemn  praise  ; 
<jOd  is  a  rcv-'reigri  King  :  rehearfe 
His  honors,  in  exalted  verfe. 

2  Come 


rSo         PSALM    XCVL 

2  Come,^et  our  fouls  addrefs  the  Lord, 
Who  framed  our  natures  with  his.  word  : 
He  is  our  fliepherd  ;  we  the  fheep 
His  merCy  chofe,  his  paiiures  keep, 

5  Come,  let  ue  hear  his  voice  to-day. 
The  counfcis  of  his  love  obey  ; 
TSior  let  our  harden'd  hearts  renew 
The  fins  and  plagues  which //r'^/ knew* 

4  Jyel,  who  faw  his  works  of  grace. 
Yet  tempt  their  Maker  to  his  face  ; 
A  faithiefs  unbelieving  brood. 
Who  tir'd  the  patience  of  their  Got>. 

r  Thus  faith  the  Lord,  *'How  falfe  they  proved 
'"  Forget  ray  pow  r,  abufe  my  love  ; 
**  Since  they  delpife  my  reft,  I  fwear 
"  Their  feet  (hall  never  enter  there." 

6  Look  back,  my  foul,  with  holy  dread, 
(And  view  thofe  ancient  rebels  dead  ! 
Attend  the  cfferM  grace  to-day, 
Norlcfe  the  blefiing  by  delay. 

7  Seir.e  the  kind  promife,  while  it  waits. 
And  march  to  Z/c^z's  heav'nly  gates  ; 
Believe,  and  tatte  the  promls'd  reft  ; 
Obey,  and  be  for  ever  bleft.] 

P  S   A  L  M     XCVL     Common  Metre. 

Chriji'' J  fiyji  and  feccnd  ccmtv.g. 

1  Q  I  N  G  to  the  Lord,  ye  diftant  lands, 
5^     Ye  tribes  ot  ev'ry  tongue  ; 

His  new  difcover'd  grace  demands 
A  new  and  nobler  fong. 

2  Say  to  the  nations,  Jefus  reigns? 
God's  own  almighty  Son  ; 

His  pow'r  the  finking  world  fuftains. 
And  grace  furrounds  his  throne. 

-  Let 


PSALM    XCVI.         i8i 

3  Let  heav'n  proclaim  the  joyful  day, 
Joy  thro*  the  earth  be  feen  ; 

Let  cities  Hiine  in  bright  array. 
And  fields  in  chearful  green. 

4  Let  an  unufual  joy  furprife 
The  ifiands  of  the  Tea  : 

Ye  mountains  fink,  ye  vai'iles  rife. 
Prepare  the  Lord  his  way. 

5  B-'riold  !  he  comes,  he  comes  to  blefs 
The  nations  as  their  God, 

To  fnevv  the  world  his  right'oufnefs. 
And  fend  his  truth  abroad. 

6  But  when  his  voice  fhail  raiTe^he  dead. 
And  bid  the  world  draw  near. 

How  will  the  guilty  nations  dread 
To  fee  their  Judge  appear  ? 

PSALM     XCVL 

rhe  God  of  the  Gentiles. 

I    T    E  T  all  the  earth  their  voices  raife 
I,  J  To  fmg  the  choicell  pfalm  of  praiie,     ■ 
To  iing  and  blefs  Jehovah's  name  : 
His  glory  let  the  heathen  know. 
His  wonders  to  the  nations  ihovv. 
And  all  his  faving  works  proclaim. 

z  The  heathens  knew  thy  glory.  Lord  j 
The  v.'ond'ring  nations  read  thy  vvord  ; 

Thefe  defarts  have  Jehovah  known  ; 
Our  wor&ip  Ihall  no  more  be  paid 
To  gods  which  mortal  hands  have  made. 

Car  Maker  is  our  God  alone. 

3  He  fram*d  the  globe,  he  built  the  ilcy. 
He  made  the  ihining  worlds  on  high, 
And  reigns  complete  in  glory  there  : 

0.  H« 


i32         PSALM     XCVIL 

His  beams  are  majefty  and  light  ; 
Kis  beauties,  how  divinely  bright  I    . 
Kis  temple,  how  divinely  fair  ! 

4  Come,  the  great  day,  the§lor'ous  hour! 
When  earth  fhall  feel  iiis  faving  pow'r. 

And  barb'rous  nadoas  fear  his  name  ; 
Then  fnall  the  race  of  man  confefs 
The  beauty  of  his  hollnefs. 

And  in  his  courts  his  grace  proclaim. 

PSALM     XCVII.  Firfi  Part, 

Cbriji  reigning  in  hea'ven,  and  coming  to  ju.ig?nent* 

IT  E  reigns  ;  the  Lord,  the  Saviour  reigns  ; 
_"5_  Praife  him  in  evangelic  ftrains  ; 
Let  the  whole  earth  in  fongs  rejoice, 
Anddiiiant  iilandsjoin  their  voice. 

2  Deep  are  his  counfels  and  unknown  : 
But  grace  and  truth  fupport  his  throne  : 
Tho'  gloomy  clouds  his  ways  farround, 
Juftice  is  their  eternal  ground. 

3  In  robes  of  judgment,  lo  !  he  comes  ; 
Shakes  the  wide  earth,  and  cleaves  the  tombs  : 
Before  him  burns  devouring  $re. 

The  mountains  m-elt,  the  ftas  retire  \ 

4  His  enemies  with  {qtq.  difmay 

Flee  from  the  fight,  and  (hun  the  day  : 
Then  lift  your  heads,  ye  faints,  oa  high, 
And  fing,  for  your  redemption's  nigh  ! 

PSALM     XCVIL        Second  Fart, 
Chrifrs  iucarnaiion, 

I  f-  I  NH  E  Lord  is  come,  the  heav'ns  proclalni 
\^     His  birth  ;  the  nations  learn  bis  nam^  ; 
An  unknown  ftar  directs  the  road 
Of  ^;/?^r;z  fages  to  their  Goj>. 

2  All 


PSALM    XCVIL        1S.3 

2  All  ye  bright  armies  of  the  fkies. 
Go,  worfhip  vvhere  the  Savicur  lies  ; 
Angels  and  king:^  before  him  bow, 
Thofe  gods  on  high,  and  gods  below. 

3  Let  idols  totter  to  the  ground, 
And  their  own  worihippers  confound  : 
But  Judah  (hout,  bat  %icn  fing. 

And  earth  confefs  her  fov'reigii  King, 

PSALM     XCVII.     Third  Fart, 
Grace  and  Glory. 

1  ^"T^  H'  Almighty  reigns  exalted  high 

i   O'er  all  the  earth,  o'er  all  j:he  iky  ^ 
Tho'  clouds  and  darknefs  veil  his  feet. 
His  dwelling  is  the  mercy ^feaf; 

2  O  yc  who  Icve  his  holy  name. 
Hate  ev'ry  work  of  fin  and  fhame  ; 
Ke  guards  the  fouls  of  all  his  friends. 
And  from  the  fnares  of  hell  defends. 

2,  Immortal  light,  and  joys  unknown. 
Are  for  the  faints  in  darknefs  fown  ;  ^ 
Thofe  glor'oiis  feeds  fhall  fpring  and  ri^e^ 
And  the  bright  harveft  blefs  cur  eyes. 

4  Rejoice,  ye  right'ous,  and  re^cord 
The  facred  honors  of  the  Lord  ; 
None  but  the  foul  who  feels  his  grac* 
Can  triumph  in  his  holinefs. 

P  S  A  L  M     XCVII.     Common  Metre. 

ChrifiW^^rnation y  and  tJ^^mJl  judgment, 

I   T/' E  iflands  of  the  iVor/X-jfr^  Tea,     '         '   , 

j[       Rejoice,  the  Saviour  reigns ; 
His  word,  like  fire,  prepares  his  way. 
And  mountains  melt  to  plains. 

0^2  2  His 


i84        P  S  A  I.  M     XCVIIL 

2  His  prefence  finks  the  proudefl  hills. 
And  makes  the  vallies  rife  ; 

The  humble  foul  enjoys  his  fmiles. 
The  haughty  finner  dies. 

3  The  heav*ns  his  rightful  pow'r  proclaim  j 
The  idol  gods  around 

Fill  their  own  worihippers  with  fhame. 
And  totter  to  the  ground. 

4  Adoring  angels,  at  his  birth. 
Mads  the  Redeemer  known  ; 

Thus  fhall  he  come  to  judge  the  earth. 
And  ang?Is  guard  his  throne. 

5  His  foes  Ihall  tremble  at  his  fight. 
And  hills  and  feas  retire  : 

His  children  take  their  unknown  ftight;^ 
And  leave  the  world  on  fire. 

6  The  feeds  of  joy  and  glory  fown 
For  faints  in  darknefs  here. 

Shall  rife  and  fpring  in  worlds  unknown. 
And  a  rich  harveil  bear. 

PSALM     XCVIII.     FirJ}  Part. 
Fraifs  for  the  go/pel. 

1  'nr^  O  our  almighty  Maker,  God, 

j[        New  honors  be  addrell  : 
His  great  falvation  ihines  abroad. 
And  makes  the  nations  bicft. 

2  He  fpake  the  word  to  Abra'm  firft. 
His  truth  fulfils  his  grace  ; 

The  Gentiles  make  his  name  their  truft. 
And  learn  his  right'oufnefs. 

3  Let  the  whole  earth  his  love  proclaim 
V/ith  all  her  diiF'rent  tongues  ; 

And  fprcad  the  honors  of  his  name 
In  melody  and  fongs. 

PSALM 


P  S  A  L  M    XCVIII.  XCIX.     1 85 

P   S   A  L  Tvl     XCVIII.      Second  Part. 
The  MeJJiaVs  coming  end  kingdom. 

1  "JOY  to  the  world  ;  the  Lord  is  come  I 
J     Let  earth  receive  her  King  : 

Let  ev'ry  heart  prepare  him  roonij 
And  heav'n  and  nature  img. 

2  Joy  to  the  earth,  the  Saviour  reigns  ! 
Let  men  their  fongs  eisploy  ; 

While  fields  and  floods,  rocks,  hills  andplains^ 
Repeat  the  founding  joy. 

3  No  more  let  fins  and  for  rows  grow. 
Nor  thorns  infeil  the  ground  ; 

He  comes  to  make  his  bleiUngs  flow. 
Far  as  the  curfe  is  found. 

4  Ke  rules  the  world  with  truth  and  grace^ 
And  makes  the  nations  prove 

The  glories  ofhis  right'oafnefs-. 
And  wonders  ofhis  love. 

PSALM     XCIX.     FirJ}  Pert. 

ChrijTs  kingdom  and  majefty. 


'  I  ^  H  E  Go ry  Jehovah  reigns 


__^        Let  all  the  nations  fear. 
Let  fmners  tremb-le  at  his  throne. 
And  faints  be  humble  there, 

2  Jefus  the  Saviour  rdgns  ! 
Let  earth  adore  its  Lord  ; 

Bright  cherubs  his  attendants  fland^ 
Swift  to  fulfil  his  v/o*d« 

3  In  Zion  is  his  throne. 
His  honors  are  divine  ; 

His  church  fhall  make  his  wonders  known  % 
for  thfi'S  his  glories  fninco 

CL3  4  Ho\y 


i86      PSALM    XCIX.  C. 

4  How  holy  is  his  name  ! 

Ko'.v  terrible  his  praife  ! 
Juftice  and  truth,  and  judgments  join 

In  all  his  works  of  grace. 

PSALM      XCIX,      Second  TciYi, 
A  hdy  God  <vjorJbipped  'ivith  re^vsrencs* 

1  T~p  X  A  L  T  the  Lord  our  God, 
X^     And  worfhip  at  his  feet  ; 

His  nature  is  all  holinefs. 
And  mercy  is  his  leat. 

2  When  Ifrel  was  his  church. 
When  Aaron  was  his  prielt. 

When  My'es  cry'd,  when  SamUl  prayM, 
He  gave  his  people  reft. 

3  Oft  he  forgave  their  fms. 
Nor  would  deflroy  their  race  ; 

And  oft  he  made  his  vengeance  known 
When  they  abus'd  his  grace. 

4  Exalt  the  Lord  our  God, 
Whofe  grace  is  fcill  the  fame  ; 

Still  he's  a  God  of  holinefs. 
And  jealous  for  his  name. 

P  S  A  L  M     C.     Firil  Metre, 

A  plain  tranjlation. 

Pi-aife  to  our  Creator. 

1  '\T  E  nations  round  the  earth  rejoice 

X  Before  the  Lord,  your  fov'reigii  King  ; 
Sei've  him  with  chearful  heart  and  voice. 
With  all  your  tongues  his  glory  fmg. 

2  The  Lord  is  God  ;   tis  he  alone 
Doth  life,  and  breath,  and  being  give  ; 
We  arc  his  work,  and  not  our  own  ; 
The  fheep  which  on  his  pafturcs  live. 

3  Entej 


P  S  A  L  M     C.  187 

3  Enter  his  gates  with  fongs  of  joy. 
With  praifes  to  his  courts  repair. 
And  make  it  ycur  divine  employ. 
To  pay  your  thankfal  honors  there. 

4  The  Lord  is  good  ;  the  Lord  is  kind  ; 
Great  is  his  grace,  his  mercy  fure  ; 
And  the  whole  race  of  man  fhali  find 
His  truth  from  age  to  age  endure. 

PSALM     C.     Second  Metre» 
A   Parabhrafe. 

1  O  I  N  G  to  the  Lord  with  joyful  voice  ; 
j^  hti  ev'ry  land  his  name  adore  ; 

America  fhall  {^-{ia  U'^.t  noife 
Acrofs  the  ocean  to  the  fnore. 

2  Nations  attend  before  his  throne 
With  folemn  fear,  with  facred  joy  j 
Know  that  the  Lord  is  God  alone  : 
He  can  create.,  and  he  deilroy. 

3  His  fov'reign  pow'r,  without  our  aid. 
Made  us  of  clay  and  forrn'd  us  men  : 

And  wheri,  like  wand'ring  Iheep,  we  ilray'd. 
He  brought  us  to  his  fold  again. 

4  We  are  his  people,  we  his  care. 
Our  fouls,  and  ail  our  mortal  frame  :  • 
What  laliing  honors  Ihaii  we  rear. 
Almighty  Maker,  to  thy  name  ? 

5  We'll  crowd  thy  'gTLit^  with  thankful  fongs. 
High  as  the  r-eav'nsoar  voices  raife  ; 

And  earth  with  her  ten  thoofand  tongues 
Shall  fill  thy  courts  with  fcunding  praife. 

6  Wide  as  the  world  is  thy  command, 
Vafi  as  eternity  thy  love  ; 

Firm  as  a  rock  thy  truth  mafl  rtand, 
Wiiea  rolling  years  fnaii  ceaie  to  move. 

PSALM 


iS8  P  S  A  L  M     CL 

PSALM     CI.     Long  Metre. 
The  magijirate^ s  pfalm. 
i   T^yr  E  R  C  Y  and  judgment  are  my  fong  \ 

1  Vx  ^"^^  ^^nce  they  both  to  thee  belong. 
My  gracious  God,  my  right'ous  Kingj 
To  thee  my  fongs  and  vows  I  bring. 

2  If  I  am  raisM  to  bear  the  fword, 
I'll  take  my  counfels  from  thy  word  | 
Thy  juftice  and  thy  heav'nly  grace 
Shall  be  the  pattern  of  my  ways. 

3  Let  wifdom  all  my  adions  guide. 
And  let  my  God  with  me  refide  ; 
No  wicked  thing  fhall  dwell  with  me 
Which  may  provoke  thy  jealoufy. 

4  No  Tons  of  flander,  rage  and  flrife 
Shall  be  compan'ons  of  my  life  ; 
The  hanghty  look,  the  heart  of  pride,- 
Within  my  doors  fhali  ne'er  abide. 

[5  I'll  fearch  the  land,  and  raife  the-juHJ. 
To  ports  of  honor,  wealth  and  trull  ; 
The  men  who  work  thy  holy  will. 
Shall  be  my  friends  and  fav'rites  flill.  J 

6  In  vain  fhall  linners  hope  to  rife 
By  fiatt'ring  or  malicious  lies  ; 
And  while  the  innocent  I  guard. 
The  bold  offender  (han't  be  Ipar'd. 

7  The  imp'ous  crew,  that  fatflious  band. 
Shall  hide  their  heads,  or  quit  the  Iraid  ;• 
And  all  who  break  the  public  reft, 
Where  I  have  power,  fhall  be  fuppreft. 

PSALM     CI.     Cor-.inon  Metre". 

A  pjnlm  for  a  mafjr  ■   /  a  family. 

J    /^  F  juflice  and  '  fc :.  ce  I  ^"i~, 

\^     Aiid  pay  ii       -■  ji  -  el 


PSALM     CII.  189 

Let  grace  and  jullice,  heav'niy  King, 
Teach  me  to  rule  my  houfe. 

2  Now  to  my  tent^  O  God,  repair. 
And  make  thy  fervant  wife  ; 

To  fufrer  nothing  near  me  there 
Which  fhall  offend  thine  eyes. 

3  The  man  who  doth  his  neighbor  wrong. 
By  falfhood  or  by  force. 

The  fccrnful  eye,  the  lland'rous  tongue, 
I'll  thruft  them  from  my  doors. 

4  I'll  feek  the  faithful  and  the  juft. 
And  will  their  help  enjoy  ; 

Thefe  are  the  friends  whom  I  Ihall  truft. 
The  fervants  I'll  employ. 

5  The  wretch  who  deals  in  lly  deceit^, 
I'll  not  endure  a  night  : 

The  liar's  tongue  I'll  ever  hate. 
And  banifh  from  my  fight. 

6  I'll  purge  my  family  around. 
And  make  the  wicked  flee  ; 

So  fhall  my  houfe  be  ever  found 
A  dwelling  fit  for  thee. 

PSALM     CII.    Firji  Fart. 

A  prayer  of  the  affdSied. 

1  T  T  EAR  me,  O  God,  nor  hide  thy  facc> 
XJ.     But  anfwsr,  lei^  I  die  : 

Halt  thou  not  built  a  throne  of  grace. 
To  hear,  when  linners  cry  ? 

2  J.'Iy  days  are  walled,  like  the  fmoak, 
DilTolving  in  the  air  ; 

My  ftrength  is  dry'd^  my  heart  is  broke. 
And  finking  in  dcipair. 

3  My  fpirits  flag,  like  with'ring  grafs. 

Burnt  with  exceiSve  heat  :  la 


i^o  P  S  A  L  M     CII. 

In  fecret  groans  my  minutes  pafs. 
And  I  forget  to  eat. 

4  As  oa  fome  lonely  bui'alng's  top. 
The  fparrow  tells  hsr  moan, 

Far  from  the  tents  of  joy  and  hope, 
I  fit  and  grieve  alone. 

5  My  foul  is  like  a  wildprnefs. 
Where  bealls  of  inidnighc  howl  ; 

There  the  fad  raven  nnds  her  place, 
Attd  there  th«  fcrearair.g  owl. 

6  Dark  difmal  thcnghts  and  boding  fears 
Dwell  in  my  troubled  breafc  : 

While  fharp  reproaches  wound  my  ears. 
Nor  give  my  fpirit  re  it. 

7  My  cup  is  mingled  with  my  \voe3> 
And  tears  are  my  repaft  ; 

My  daily  bread  like  aihes  gro^vs 
Unpleafant  to  my  tafte. 

8  Senfe  can  afford  no  real  joy 
To  fouls  who  feel  thy  frown  ; 

Lord,  'twas  thy  hand  advanc'd  me  high. 
Thy  hand  hath  caft  me  down. 

9  My  locks  like  wlther'd  leaves  appear  ; 
And  life's  declining  light 

Grows  faint  as  ev'nlng  fhadows  are> 
Which  vanifh  into  night. 

10  But  thou  forever  art  the  fame, 
O  my  eternal  God  ! 

Ages  to  come  fliall  know  thy  name. 
And  fpread  thy  works  abroad. 

11  Thou  wilt  arife,  and  fliew  thy  face. 
Nor  will  my  Lord  delay. 

Beyond  th'  appointed  hour  of  grace. 
That  IcRg  expefted  d^. 


He 


P  S  A  L  M     Cii.  191 

-S2  He  hears  his  faints,  he  knows  their  cry  | 

And  by  myiler'ous  ways, 
Kedeems  the  pris'ners  doom'd  to  dj_e. 

And  fills  their  tongues  with  praife. 

PSALM     CII.       Second  Partr 

Prayer  heard,  and  Xion  rejlered, 

1  T    E  T  Zion  and  her  Sons  rejoice, 
I  J     Behold  the  promis'd  hour  \ 

Her  God  hath  heard  her  mourning  vcicCj 
And  comes  t'  exalt  his  pow'r. 

2  Her  duft  and  ruins  which  remain 
Are  precious  in  our  eyes  ; 

Thofe  ruins  fiiall  be  built  again,  ^ 

And  all  that  dull  Ihali  ril^. 

3  The  Lord  will  raife  JerufaUfn, 
And  itand  in  glory  there  ; 

Nations  iTiall  bow  bsfore  his  name. 
And  kings  attend  with  fear. 

4  He  fits  a  Sov'reign  on  his  throne. 
With  pity  in  his  eyes  : 

He  hears  the  dying  pris'ners  groan,  . 
And  fees  their  fighs  arife. 

5  He  frees  the  fcals  condemn'd  to  death  5 
And  when  his  faints  complain. 

It  fhan't  be  faid  ''  that  praying  breath 
'*  Was  ever  fpentin  vain.'* 

6  This  (hall  be  known  when  we  are  dead. 
And  left  on  long  record, 

Thar  ages  yet  unborn  may  read, 
A.r.d  truH  and  praife  the  Lcrd. 


4X  M 


192     PSALM     CII.  CIIL 

PSALM      CII.     Third  Fart. 

Man  i  mortality,    and  Chriji^ s  eternity  :    or.    Saints 

die^  but  Chrijl  and  the  Church  li^ve. 

1  *T  T  is  the  Lord  our  Saviour's  hand 

X  Weakens  cur  flrength  amid  ft  the  race  ; 
Diicafe  and  death,  at  his  command, 
Arreil  us,  and  cut  fhcrt  our  days. 

2  Spare  us,  O  Lord  !  aloud  we  pray. 
Nor  let  cur  fun  go  down  at  noon  ; 
Thy  years  are  one  erernal  day, 

And  maft  thy  children  die  fo  foon  ? 

3  Yet,  in  the  midft  of  death  and  grief. 
This  thought  our  fbrrow  Ihall  afiuage  : 
*'  Our  Father  and  our  Saviour  live  ; 

*'  Chfiu  is  the  fame  thro'  ev'ry  age." 

4  'Twas  he  this  earth's  foundation  laid  ; 
He  iv'n  is  the  bu'jdi ng  of  his  hand  ; 

This  earth  grovv'S  oM,  thefe  heav'ns  {hall  fade. 
And  ail  be  chang'd  at  thy  command. 

5  The  ftarry  curtains  of  the  fky, 
Like  garments,  fnali  be  laid  afide  : 

But  ftiil  thy  throne  fiands  iirm  a  ad  high  ; 
Thy  church  for  ever  mull  abide. 

6  Before  thy  face  thy  church  fhall  live, 
Ar^A  on  thy  throne  tliy  children  reign  : 
This  dying  world  lliail  they  furvive. 
And  the  dead  faints  be  rais'd  again. 

PSALM    Clir.    FirjTPart.  Long  Metre. 

B Jeff; Kg  Gcd  for  his  gzoclnefi  to  foul  and  brdy, 

1   yj  L  E  S  8,  O  my  foul  !  the  living  God  ; 

J3  Call  home  thy  tho'ts  which  rove  abroad  ; 
Let  al!  the  pow'rs  within  me  joia,  *' 

In  work  and  worfhip  fo  divine. 

2  Blefs. 


PSALM    cm.  193 

3  Blefs,  O  my  foul  !  the  God  of  grace  i 
His  favors  claim  thy  higheil  praife. 
Why  Ihou-.d  the  wonders  he  hath  wrought 
Be  loft  in  filence  and  forgot  f 

3  'Tis  he,  my  foul,  who  fent  his  Son 
To  die  for  crimes  which  thou  haft  done; 
He  owns  the  ranfora,  and  forgives 
The  hourly  follies  of  our  lives. 

4  The  vices  of  the  mind  he  heals. 
And  cures  the  pains  which  nature  feels. 
Redeems  the  (bul  from  hell,  andfaves 
Our  wafting  life  from  threat' ning  graves. 

5  Our  youth  decay'd  his  pow'r  repairs; 
His  mercy  crowns  our  growing  years  : 
He  fatisties  oar  mouths  with  good. 
And  fills  our  hopes  with  heav'nly  food. 

6  He  fees  th'  opprelTor  and  th*  oppreft^ 
And  often  gives  the  fuff'rers  reft  : 
But  vAll  his  juftice  more  difplay 

In  the  laft  great  rewarding  day. 

{7  His  pow'r  he  {hew'd  by  Mofes""  hands. 
And  gave  to  IjVel  his  commands  ; 
But  fent  his  truth  and  mercy  down 
To  all  the  nations,  by  his  Son. 

8  Let  the  whole  earth  his  pow'r  confefs. 
Let  the  whole  earth  adore  his  grace  ; 
The  Gentile  with  the  J&'jj  fhall  join 
la  work  and  wcrihip  fo  divine.] 

P  S  A.  L  M       Cin.        Second  Part. 

God^s  gentle  chajiifement  ;  or,  his  Wider  mercy  to  his 
people. 

i   ^  I  ^  H  E  Lord,  how  wond'rous  are  his  ways  I 
X    How  firm  his  truth  S  how  large  his  grace  *. 

R  He 


194         PSALM     cm. 

He  takes  his  mercy  for  his  throne, 

And  thence  he  makes  his  glories  known. 

3  Not  half  fo  high  his  pow'r  hath  fpread 
The  ftarry  heav'ns  above  our  head. 
As  his  rich  love  exceeds  our  praife. 
Exceeds  the  higheft  hopes  we  raife. 

3  Not  half  fo  far  hath  nature  placed 
The  rifing  morning  fro;Ti  the  Wefit 
A.S  his  forgiving  giace  removes 
The  daily  g^ilt  of  thofe  he  loves. 

4  How  aovvly  doth  his  wrath  arife  ! 
On  fwifi^r  wings  falvation  flies  : 
And,  if  he  lets  his  anger  burn. 
How  foon  his  frowns  to  pity  turn  1 

5  Amidll  his  wrath  compaflion  ihines  ; 
His  flrokea  are  lighter  than  our  fms. 
And  whi.e  ':ir^  rod  corre^ls  his  faints. 
His  ear  indulges  their  complaints. 

6  So  fathers  their  young  foss  chaftife 
V/;th  gentle  hands  and  melting  eyes : 
The  children,  wsep  beneath  the  fmart. 
And  move  the  pity  of  their  heart. 

Pause. 

7  The  mighty  God,  the  wife  and  jufi-, 
Knovvs  that  our  frame  is  feeble  duft  ; 
And  will  no  heavy  loads  impofe 
Beyond  the  ftrength  which  he  bellows. 

S  He  knows  how  foon  our  nature  dies, 
liialled  by  ev'ry  wind  which  flies  : 
Like  grafs  we  fpring,  and  die  as  foon. 
As  morning  flow'rs  which  fade  at  noon. 

9  But  his  eternal  love  is  fure 
To  all  the  faints,  and  fnall  endure  : 
From  age  to  age  his  truth  fliall  reign, 
Nor  children's  children  hope  in  vain. 


P  S  A  L  M      cm.         ig; 

PSALM     cm.     Fir/  Part.     Short  Metre; 
Praife  for  fpiritual   and  temioral  mercies, 

1  /^  Blefs  the  Lord,  my  foul  ! 
\^     Let  ail  within  me  joir. 

And  aid  my  tongue  to  blefs  his  name^ 
Whofe  favors  are  divine. 

2  O  blefs  the  Lord,  my  foal  I 
Nor  ht  his  mercies  lie 

Forgotten  in  unthankfulnefs. 
And  without  praifes  die. 

3  'Tis  he  forgives  thy  fins, 
'Tis  he  relieves  thy  pain, 

'Tis  he  who  heals  thy  fickneH^es, 
And  makes  thee  young  again. 

4  Ke  crowns  thy  life  with  love, 
Whenranfom'd  from  the  grave  % 

He  v/ho  rede^m'd  my  foul  from  hell 
Kath  f:>v'reign  pow'r  to  fave. 

5  He  flls  the  posrwith  ^ccd  ; 
Ke  gives  th«  fuiTrers  reft  ; 

The  Lord  hath  judgments  iox  the  proud. 
And  juftice  {qx  th*  oppreil. 

6  His  wondVous  works  and  ways 
He  made  by  Mofes  known  ; 

But  fent  the  world  bis  truth  and  grace 
By  his  beloved  Son. 

PSALM      cm,     Z&cond  Fart, 

Abounding  CGmpaJJicn  of  God ;  or,  mercy  in  the  midp 
of  judgment. 

J   1\/TY  foul,  repeat  his  praife 
\%i\_     Whofe  mercies  are  fo great  , 

Whofe  anger  is  fo  fiow  to  rife^ 
So  ready  to  abate. 

R  2  2  Gos 


196         PSALM    CIIL 

2  God  will  not  always  chide  ;: 
And  when  his  ftrokes  are  felt, 

His  ftrokes  are  fewer  than  onr  Crimea^. 
And  lighter  than  our  guilt. 

3  High  as  the  heav'ns  are  rais'd 
Above  the  ground  we  tread. 

So  far  the  riches  of  his  grace 
Oar  higheft  thoughts  exceed. 

4  His  pow*r  fubdses  ofir  fins  ; 
And  his  forgiving  love. 

Far  as  the  EaJ}  is  from  the  ^e/f^, 
Doth  all  our   guilt  remove. 

5  The  pity  of  the  LorcT 

To  thofe  who  fear  his  name. 
Is  fuch  as  tender  parents  feel  ; 
He  knows  our  feeble  frame, 

6  He  knows  we  are  but  duU, 
Scatter'd  with  ev'ry  breath: 

His  anger  like  a  rifing  wind, 
CanYeTla  US  fwift  to  death. 

7  Out  days  are  as  the  griifs. 
Or  like  the  mQrning  ilow'r  ; 

If  one  fharp  bhfl  fvveep  o*er  the  field. 
It  withers  in  an  hour. 

S  But  thy  compaffions.  Lord, 

To  endlefs  years  endure  ; 
And  children's  children  ever  find 

Thy  words  of  promife  fure. 

P  S  A  L  M   cm.    Third  Fart. 

God's  univcrfal   dominion  ;    or,   angels  praife   thsr 
Lord. 

!   'TT^  H  E  Lord,  the  fov*reign  King, 
X.        Hath  fix'd  his  throne  on  high  ; 
O'er  all  the  heav'nly  world  he  rules,, 
And  all  beneath  the  iky.  2  Yer 


PSALM    CIV.  IS7 

2  Ye  angels,  great  in  might. 
And  fwift  to  do  his  il§^\, 

Blefs  ye  the  Lord,  uhoie  voice  you  hear, 
Whofe  pleafare  ye  fulfil. 

3  Let  the  bright  hoftswho  wait 
The  orders  of  their  King, 

And  guard  his  churches  when  they  pray^ 
Join  in  the  praife  they  ^i^^g. 

4  While  all  his  wond'rous  works 
Thro'  his  vail  kingdom  ihew 

Their  Maker's  glory,  thou,   my  foul, 
Shalt  fmg  his  graces  too. 

P  S  A  L  M      CIV. 

^he  glory  of  God  in  creation  and pro'vidence*, 

1  "j\  ^  Y  foul, .thy  great  Creator  praife  ; 

J.  ¥  X  When,  cloth'd  in  his  celelt'al  rays,- 
He  in  full  majeity  appears. 
And  like  a  robe  his  glory  wears. 
Note,   This  ff aim  may  be  Jung  to  St.  Hellen's /y,'?^, 

hy  adding    the  follovjing    lines    to    each  Jxanza^ 

vizL, 

Great  is  the  Lord,  what  tongue  can  frame 

An  equal  honor  to  his  name  _; 

( other  ^-a>lfe  it  ^-lay  he  Jung  to  any  Long  Tvletre  tun?) 

2  The  heav'ns  are  for  his  curtains  fpread  i 
Th'  unfathom'd  deep  he  makes  his  bed. 
Clouds  F.re  his  char'ot,  when  he  iljes 

On  winged  ftorms  a-crofs  the  feies. 

3  Angels,  whom  his  own  breath  iafpires^ 
Kis  miaifters  are  flaming  iires  ; 

And,  fwift  as  thought,  their  armies  move. 
To  bear  his  veng'ance  or  his  love. 

4  The  world's'  foundations  by  his  hand 
Are  pois'dj  and  Ihall  for  ever  lland  j 

^  3  He 


tgt        P  S  A  L  M     ClY.        ' 

He  binds  the  ocean  in  his  chain, 
Left  it  (hoald  drown  the  vv|Pd  again. 

5  When  earth  was-  cover'd'  with  the  flood:' 
Which  high  above  the  mountains  flood. 
He  thunder'd  and  the  ocean  fled, 
Confin'd  to  its  appointed  bed. 

6  The  fwelliog  billows  know  their  bound,. 
And  itn  their  channels  walk  their  round  ; 
Yet  thence  conveyed  by  fecret  veins. 
They  fpring  on  hills,  and  drench  the  plains.. 

7  He  bids  the  cryftal  fountains  flow  ; 
And  cheer  the  vallies  as  they  go  ; 
Tame  heifers  there  their  thirft  allay. 
And  for  the  ftream  wild  aiTes  bray. 

8  From  pleafant  trees  v/hich  fliade  the  brink,. 
The  lark  and  linnet  light  to  drink  : 

Their  longs  the  lark  and  linnet  raife. 
And  chide  our  fllence  in  his  praife. 

Pause       I. 

9  God,  from  his  cloudy  cillern,  pours 
On  the  parch'd  earth  enriching  ihow'rs  r, 
The  grove,  the  garden,  and  the  field, 

A  thoufand  joyful  blefiings  yield. 

10  He  makes  the  graffy  food  arife. 
And  gives  the  cattle  large  fupplies  ; 
With  herbs  for  man  of  var'ous  pow'r, 
To  nouriflp.  nature,  or  to  cure. 

1 1  What  noble  fruit  the  vines  produce  I 
The  olive  yields  a  fiiining  juice  ; 

Our  hearts  are  cheer'd  with  gen'rous  \vin€> 
With  inward  joy  our  faces  diint. 

12  O  blefs  his  name,  ye  nations  fed 
With  nature's  chief  fupporter,  bread  : 

While 


PSALM    CIV.  I  op 

"While  bread  your  vital  ftrength  imparts> 
Serve  him  with  vigor  in  your  hearts. 

Pause     IL 

13  Behold  the  llately  cedar  frands, 
Rais'd  in  the  foreit  by  his  hands  ; 
Birds  to  the  boughs  for  fheiter  fly. 
And  build  their  nefis  fecure  on  high^ 

14  To  craggy  hills  afcends  the  goat ;: 
And  at  the  airy  mountains  foot. 

The  feebler  creatures  make  their  cell  5; 
lie  gives  then'r  wifdjm  where  to  dwelL 

15  He  fets  the'iun  his  circling  race. 
Appoints  the  moon  to  change  her  face  |; 
And  when  thick  darknefs  veils  the  day 5. 
Calls  out  wild  bealbs  to  hunt  their  prey, 

16  Fierce  lions  lead  their  young  abroad^- 
And,  roaring,  a&  their  meat  from  God  j- 
But  when  the  morning  beams  arife. 

The  lavage  beail  to  covert  ilies.. 

17  Then  man  to  daily  labor  goes  : 
The  night  was  made  for  his  repofe  :. 
■Sleep  is  thy  gift,  that  fweet  reijef 
From  tirefome  toil  and  vvaiiii ng  grief, 

J  8  How  flrange  thy  works  !,  how  great  thy  MU  I 
And  ev'ry  land  thy  riciies  fill  :. 
Thy  wifdom  round  the  world  we  fee^ 
This  fpacious  earth  is  full  of  thee. 

19  Nor  lefs  thy  glories  in  the  deep. 
Where  fiih  in  millions  fvvim:  and  creep^. 
With  wond'rous  motions  fvvift  or  (low,. 
Still  wand'ringin  the  paths  below. 

20  There  (hips  divide  their  wat'ry  way. 
And  ^ocks  of  fcaly  moallers  play  ; 

There 


aco-  PSALM    CIV. 

There  clvvcils  the  huge  Leviathan, 
And  foams  and  fports  in  ipite  of  man. 

Pause     III. 

21  Vaft  are  thy  works,  almighty  Lord  ! 
Ail  nature  refts  upon  t!iy  word. 

And  the  whole  race  of  crealures  (land 
Waiting  their  portion  from  thy  hand. 

22  While  each  receives  his  diiFrent  food,: 
Their  cheerful  looks  pronounce  it  good  : 
Eagles  and  bears,  and  whales  and  worms,. 
Rejoice  and  praife  in  diiFrent  forms. 

23  But  when  thy  face  is  hid,  they  mourn. 
And  dying,  to  their  duft  return  ; 

Both  man  and  bealj:  their  foals  rcfign  ; 
Life,  breath  and  fpirit,  all  are  thine. 

24  Yet  thou  can'ft  breathe  on  duft  again. 
And  fill  the  world  with  beails  and  men  ; 
A  word  of  thy  creating  breath, 
Repairs  the  waRes  of  time  and  death. 

25  His  works,  the  wonders  of  his  might* 
Are  honor'd  with  his  own  delight  : 
How  awful  are  his  glor'ous  ways  ! 

The  Lord  is  dreadful  in  his  praife. 

26  The  earth  {lands  trembling  at  thy  {IrokC;* 
And  at  thy  touch  the  mountains  fmoke  ; 
Yet  humble  fouls  may  fee  thy  face. 

And  tell  their  wants  to  fovereign  grace, 

27  In  thee  my  hopes  and  wifhes  meet. 
And  make  my  meditations  fweet  : 
Thv  praifes  fhall  my  breath  employ,. 
'Till  it  expires  in  endlefs  joy. 

28  While  haughty  finners  die  accurft. 
Their  glory  bury'd  with  their  dull, 

X  to  my  God,  my  htav'nly  King, 

Immortal  hallelujahs  fing»  PSALM 


PSALM     CV.  201 

?  S  A  L  U     CV.      Abridged; 
doJ'.s  condua  to  li'rael,  and  the  plagues  of  Egypt* 

1  f^^  I  V  E  thanks  to  God,  invoke  hia  name^ 
\j%     And  tell  the  world  his  grace  : 

Sound  thro'  the  earth  his  deeds  of  fame. 
That  aM  may  feek  his  face. 

2  His  cov'nant  which  he  kept  in  mind 
For  num'rous  ages  pail» 

To  num'rous  ages  yet  behind. 
In  equal  force  fnall  lait. 

3  He  {^^'are  to  Jhr^am  and  his  feed. 
And  made  the  blefiing  fure  ; 

Gentiles  the  ancient  promiie  read, 
And5ndhis  truth  endure. 

4  ''  Thy  feed  fhali  make  all  aations  blefl, 
(Said  the  almighty  voice) 

*'  And  Canaan^ s  ^and  ihall  be  th^ir  reft,. 
*'  The  type  of  hsav'rJy  joys." 

[5  H@w  large  the  grant  !  how  rich  the  grace  I 

To  give  them  Canaan  s  land. 
When  they  were  Itrangers  in  the  place, 

A  little  feeble  band  I 

6  Like  pilgrims  thro'  the  countries  roand> 
Securely  they  remov'd. 

And  haughty  kings  who  oa  them  frown'da. 
Severely  he  reprov'd. 

7  "  Touch  mine  anointed,  and  my  arm 
*'  Shall  foon  revenge  the  wrong  ; 

"  The  man  who  does  my  prophets  harm>. 
**  Shall  know  their  God  is  ilrong." 

8  Theft  1st  the  nxior  Id  forbear  its  rage^ 
I'^or  put  the  church  in  fear  ;. 

Ifr'el  mufi  Ih-vs  thro'  e^'ry  age^ 
And  ks  ih'  Almighty's  care.  J 

?  A  u  s  E 


■202  P  S  A  L  M     CV. 

Pause       I. 

9  Vv'hen  Fbarach  dar'd  to  vex  the  faints^ 
And  thus  provok'd  their  Geo  ; 

M:jh  was  lent  at  their  comphints 
Arm'd  with  his  dreadful  rod. 

10  He  caird  for  darknefs  ;  darknefs  came. 
Like  an  o'ervvhelniing  flaod  ; 

He  turn'd each  lake,  and  ev'ry  dream. 
To  lakes  and  f.rearas  of  blood. 

1 1  He  gave  the  fignj  and  noifomc  fllei 
Thro'  the  whole  country  fpread  ; 

And  frogs  in  croaking  armies  rife 
About  the  monarch's  bed. 

12  Thro' fields  and  towns,  and  palaces. 
The  tenfold  vtng'ance  fiew  ; 

Locufts  in  fwarms  devoured  their  trees. 
And  hail  their  cattle  flew  ; 

13  Then  by  an  angel's  midnight  llroke 
The  flow'r  of  Egypt  dy'd. 

The  llrength  of  ev'ry  hoiife  was  brc-kc. 
Their  glory  and  dieir  pride. 

14  No-tv  lei  the  ivorU forbsar  its  rng't. 
Nor  put  the  church  in  fear  ; 

Ifr'el  m'^Jf  live  through  ev^ry  age. 
And  be  th''  Almighty*  s  care. 

Pause     II. 

15  Thus  were  the  tribes  from  bondage  brought 
And  left  the  hated  ground  ; 

Each  feme  Egyptian  fpoils  had  got. 
And  not  one  feeble  found. 

16  The  Lord  himfalf  chcfe  out  their  way,^ 
And  mark'd  their  journies  right  ; 

Gave  them  a  lending  cloud  by  day, 
A  firy  guide  by  night. 

17  They 


P  S  A  L  M     CVI.         203 

17  They  thirft ;  and  waters  ficm  the  rock 
In  rich  abundance  flow. 

And  folfwing  dill  the  courfe  they  took. 
Ran  all  the  defart  through. 

18  O  wond'roas  ftreara  !  O  bleiTed  type 
Of  ever-il-)">ving  grace  ! 

£0  Chriii;  cur  Rock  maintains  our  life 
Thro'  all  this  wildernefs. 

19  Thus  guarded  by  th'  almighty  hand. 
The  chofen  tribes  pofTell 

Canaa:t,  the  rick,  the  promis'd  land  ; 
And  there  enjoy'd  their  reft. 

20  Then  let  ths  tvorld forbear  its  rage. 
The  church  renounce  her  j ear  j 

ifr'el  mvji  Uv^  thro'  ev^ry  agey 
And  be  th'  Almighty^  s  care, 

P  S  A  L  M     CVr.     Firji  TarU 
Praife  to  God  ;    cr,  communion  ^vjiih  faints. 

1  T^'  O  God  the  great,  the  ever  blett, 

J^     Let  fongs  of  honor  be  addreil  ; 
His  mercy  firm  for  ever  fiands  ; 
Give  hisi  the  thanks  his  love  demands. 

2  Who  knows  the  wonders  of  thy  ways  ? 
Who  fnali  fulfil  thy  boandlefs  praife  ? 
Biell  are  the  fouls  vv ho  fear  thee  ftill. 
And  pay  their  duty  to  thy  will. 

3  Remember  v/hat  thy  mercy  did 
For  Jacob's  race^  thy  chofen  feed  ; 
And  with  the  fame  falvaticn  blefs 
The  meaneir  fuppl'ant  of  thy  grace, 

4  O  may  I  fee  thy  tribes  rejoice. 

And  aid  iheir  triumphs  with  my  voice  ! 
This  is  my  glory.  Lord,  to  be 
Join'd  to  thy  faiatsj  and  near  tc  thee. 

P  S  A  L  M 


204     PSALM     CVI.     CVII, 

PSALM     eVI.      Second  Pert, 

Ifrael  funiped  and  pardoned  ;  or,  God's   uncbange^ 
able  bve. 

1  f~^  O  D  of  eternal  love, 
\J     How  fickle  are  our  ways  ! 

And  yet  how  oft  did  Jj'rel  prove 
Thy  conftancy  of  grace  ? 

2  They  faw  thy  wonders  wrought. 
And  then  thy  praiie  they  fang  ; 

But  foon  thy  works  of  pow'r  forgot. 
And  murmur'd  with  their  tongue, 

3  Now  they  believe  his  word. 
While  rocks  with  rivers  flow  ; 

Now  with  their  lulls  provoke  the  Lord, 
And  he  reduc'd  them  low. 

4  Yet  when  they^  mourn'd  their  faults 
He  hearkened  to  their  groans, 

Broap^ht  his  own  cov'nant  to  his  thoughts. 
And  call'd  them  flill  hisfons. 

5  Th-sir  names  were  in  his  book, 
Hefav'd  them  from  their  foes  ; 

Oft  he  chaftis'd,  but  ne'er  forfook 
The  people  whom  he  chcfe. 

6Let7^WblefstheLord, 

Wrio  lov'd.  their  ancient  race  ; 
And  Chrijlians  join  the  folemn  word. 

Amen  to  all  the  praife. 

PSALM     CVIL      Fh-Jl   Tart, 

Ifrael  led  to  Canaan  ^Wchriftians  to  hewven, 

1    f~^  I  V  E  thanks  to  God  ;  he  reigns  above  ; 
^Jf  Kind  are  his  thoughts,  his  name  is  love  : 
His  mercy  ages  part  have  known. 
And  aees  long  to  come  fhall  own. 

2  Let 


PSALM     CVIL-        205 

^  Let  tae  redeemed  of  the  Lord 
The  wonders  of  his  grace  record  ; 
Iff'' el,  the  nation  whom  he  chv^fe. 
And  refcu'd  from  their  mighty  foes. 

[3  When, God's  aimighty  arm  had  broke 
Their  fetters^  and  th'  Egyptian  yoke, 
They  trac'd  the  defart^  wand'ring  round 

A  wild  and  fuliiary  ground. 

4  There  they  could  find  no  leading  roada 
Nor  citv  for  a  fix"'d  abode  ; 

Nor  food  nor  fountain  to  alTuage 
Their  burning  thirft,  or  hunger's  rage.] 

5  In  their  dillrefs  to  God  they  cry'd  : 
God  was  their  Saviour  and  their  guide  ; 
He  Jed  their  march  far  wand'ring  round  ; 
'*Twas  the  right  path  to  Canaan's,  ground, 

6  Thus  when  our  nrft  releafe  we  gain 
From  tin's  old  yoke,  and  fatan's  chain. 
We  have  this  defart  world  to  pafs, 

A  dang'rous  and  a  tirefome  place. 

7  He  feeds  and  cloaths  us  all  the  vvay^ 
He  guides  our  footrieps,  \Q\k  we  ftray. 
He  guards  us  v/ith  a  ':;ov/'rfal  hand. 
And  brings  us  to  the  heav'nly  land, 

8  O  let  the  faints  v^ith  joy  record 

•  The  truth  and  goodnefs  of  the  Lord  ! 
How  great  his  works  !  how  kind  hi'  ways  ? 
Let  ev'ry  tongue  pronounce  his  praife. 

PSALM     CVIL        Second  Pan, 
CorreBioriforfin,    and  releafe   '■     ^' •'■.": --;■, 
I   Tj^  R  O  M  age  to  -75  e-;  =  ^:  '       '-^ ^ ^ 
r       Xd   God  and  his  en:-  :  :■  -  ^ 

He  fills  the  hungry  iolil  vviu:  i-Q-.a, 
And  feeds  the  Door  with  ev'rv  good. 

S  '    "  ,    R... 


ao6  P  S  A  L  M     CVII. 

2  But  if  their  hearts  rebel  and  rife 
-Againft  the  God  who  rules  the  ikies, 
If'thev  rejed  his  heav'nly  word, 
And  ilight  the  coLinfels  of  the  Lord, 

5  He'll  bring  their  fpirits  to  the  ground. 
And  no  deliv'er  fnall  be  found  ; 
Laden  with  grief  the}'  wafte  their  breath 
In  carknefs,  :iiid  the  ihades  of  death. 

4  Then  to  ths  Lord  they  rai^e  their  cries^ 
He  makes  the  dawning  light  aiife. 

And  fcaiters  all  the  difmal  Pnade 
Which  hung  fo  heavy  round  their  head. 

5  He  cuts  the  bars  of  brafs  in  two. 
And  lets  the  fmiiing  pris'ners  through  ; 
Takes  off  the  load  of  guilt  and  grief, 
A.nd  gives  the  lab'ring  foul  relief. 

6  O  may  the  fons  of  men  record 
The  wond'rous  goodnefs  of  the  Lord  1 
Ilo\v  great  his  works  !  how  kind  his  ways  f 
Let  ev'ry  tongue  pronounce  his  praife. 

PSALM     CVIL     Third  Fart. 

Intemperance  ^unijocd  and  p£irdomd  ',     or,    a.  pfalm 
Jor  the  glutton  and  the   drunkard. 

A  I  N  man  on  foolim  pleafures  bent 
Prepares  for  his  ovfn  punifhment  ; 

What  pains,  what  loathiome  maladie-j 

From  iu>:ury  and  lull  arife  ! 

z  The  drunkard  feels  his  vitals  waftc  ; 

Yei:  drowns  his  health  to  pleai'e  his  taile  : 

'I'ill  all  his  afiive  pow'rs  are  loft, 

And  fainting  life  draws  near  the  duft. 

",  The  glutton  groa-ns,  and  loaths  to  eat. 
lis  fou!  abhors  delicious  meat ; 
V  .aturc  with  heavy  loads  oppreft. 
Would  yield  to  death  to  be  rcleas'd.         4  Then 


PSALM     CVII.         207 

4  Then  hew  the  frighted  fmners  liy 
To  God  for  help,  with  earnefl  cry  ! 

He  hears  their  groans^,  prolongs  their  breath. 
And  faves  them  from  approaching  death. 

5  No  med'cine  could  efffct  the  cure 
So  quick,  io  eafVi  or  fo  fare  : 

Th^  deadly  fentcnce  God  repeals. 
He  fends  his  fov 'reign  word  and  heals. 

6  C"  may  the  fons  of  men  record 
The  wond'rous  gcodnefs  of  the  Lord, 
And  Jet  their  thankfal  oir'riBgs  prove 
How  they  adore  their  Maker's  iove. 

PSALM    CVn.    Fourth  Part.  Long  Metre, 

Deli'verancefrom  Jlcrmi  and   Jhipnjureck  ;    or,   ihs 
feaman  s Jong, 

1   WJ  OULD  you  behold  the  works  of  G0D3 

\  ^    His  wonders  in  the  world  abroad. 
Go  with  the  ijiariners  and  trace 
Tlie  unknown  regions  of  the  feas. 

z  They  leave  their  native  fhores  behind. 
And  feize  tfce  favor  of  the  Vy'ind  ; 
'Till  God  comnaands,  and  tempers  l-ife. 
Which  heave  the  ocean  to  the  Ikies. 

3  N«w  to  the  heav'ns  they  mount  amain  ; 
Now  fink  to  dreadful  deeps  again  ; 
What  ftrange  affrights  young  faijors  feel,- 
And  like  a  fegg'ring  drunkard  reel  \ 

4  When  land  is  far,  and  death  is  nigh^ 
Loft  to  all  hope,  to  God  they  cry  : 
His  mercy  hears  their  loud  addrefs. 
And  lends  faivation  in  dillrefs. 

5  He  bids  the  winds  their  wrath  aiTuage, 
The  fur'ous  waves  forget  thsirrage  ; 

S  2  'T^is 


'loZ         P  S  A  L  M     CVII. 

'Tis  calm  ;  and  Tailors  fmiletyfee 
The  haven  where  they  wi{h'<l  to  be. 

6  O  mny  the  fens  of  men  record 
Tlie  wond'rous  goodnefs  of  the  Lord  ! 
Let  them  their  private  off'rings  bring. 
And  in  the  churca  his  glory  fing. 
PSALM  CVn.   Fourth  Part,  Conrmon  Metre > 
Tbj  mariner's  pfahn. 

1  ^"T^HY  works  of  glory,  mighty  Lord,. 

X        Thy  wonders  in  the  deeps^ 
The  fons  of  courage  ihall  record  ; 
Where  rolling  ocean  fleeps. 

2  At  thy  confimand  the  winds  arife. 
And  fwelLthe  tow'ring  waves  ; 

The  men  aironifli'd  mount  the  fides,, 

And  fmk  in  gaping  graves. 
[3   Again  they  climb  the  wat'ry  hills. 

And  pi  a  age  in  deeps  again  : 
Each  like  a  tott'ring  drunkard  reels. 

And  finds  his  courage  vain. 

4  Frighted  to  hear  the  tempefl  roar. 
They  pant  with  Rutt'ring  breath  ; 

And  hopelefs  of  the  diilant  ihcre, 
E'oedl  immed'ate  death.] 

5  Then  to  the  Lord  they  raife  their  cries  5 
lie  hears  the  loud  reo^ueft  ; 

And  orders  filence  through  the  fkiss. 
And  lays  the  floods  to  rclh 

6  Sailors  rejoice  to  lofe  their  fears. 
And  fee  the  ftorm  allay'd  : 

Now  to  their  eyes  the  port  appears. 
There  let  their  vows  be  paid. 

7  *Tis  God  who  brings  them  fa fe  to  land  ; 

Let  llupid  mortals  know- 
That 


P  S  A  I.  M     CVII.        205 

That  v/aves  arc  under  his  coKinand, 
And  all  the  winds  whicli  blow. 

8  O  that  the  fons  of  men  would  praife 

The  gocdnefs  of  the  Lord  ! 
And  thcfe  who  fee  thy  vvond'rous  ways 

Thy  vvond'rous   love  record  ! 

P   S   A  L  M      evil.     Laji  Part. 

Colonies   planted  ;    or,    nations  khj}   and  punifosa, 

A  pfalm  for  Nc-jq. England. 
t  TT  7HEM  GoD.provok'd  with'dan'ngcrime^j 


Scourges  the  madnefs  of  the  times, 
Ks  turns  their  nelds  to  barren  fa  ad. 
And  dries  the  rivers  from  1^2.  land. 

2  His  word  canralfe  the  fprings  sgairr. 
And  make  the  withered  mountains  green  ;- 
Ssnd  iliovv'ry  bleiiings  from  the  fdes. 
And  harveiis  in=the  defarrs  rife. 

[3  Where  nothing  dwelt  butbeafis  of  prey^ 
Or  men  as  fierce  and  wild  as  they. 
He  bids' th'  opprefl  and  poor  repair. 
And  build  them  towns  and  cities  there. 

4  They  fow  the  fields,  and  trees  they  pLint;^ 
Whoie  yearly  fruit  fupplies  their  want  : 
Their  race  grows  up  from  fruirfal  ftocks. 
Their  \veai[h  increafes  with  their  flocks, 

5  Thus  they  are  bleil  %  but  if  they  fin- 
He  lets  the  heathen  nations  in  ; 

A  favage  crew  invades  their  lands. 
Their  children  die  by  barb'rous  hands. 

6  Their  captive  fons,  exposed  to  fcorn,. 
Wander  unpitv'dand  forlorn  ; 

The  country  lies  un-fenc'd,  Rniiird> 
And  deiblation  fp: eads  the  iield, 

S  3-  7  '^ee 


^ro         F  S  A  L-M     CIX. 

7'  Yet  if  the  humbled  nation  mo'jrr.s. 
Again  his  dreadful  hand  he  turns  ; 
Again  he  makes  rheir  cicies  thrive. 
And  bids  their  dying  churches  live.] 
S  The  right'OJs  with  ajovFal  fenfe 
Admire  the  works  of  Providence  ; 
And  tongr.es  of  athe'fts  liialino  more 
Blafpherne  the  God  whom  {'air.ts  adore;. 
9  How  few  with  pious  care  record 
The  wond'rous  dealings  oi'ihe  Lord  1 
But  wife  obfervers  Itili  fhai!  find 
The  Lord  is  holy,  juii  and  kind. 

PSALM     CIX. 

Love  to  snc^nle^  from  tje  example  of  Chn^'c. 

T    /f^  O  D  of  my  mercy  and  my  praife, 

V.3'     T'»y  gloi'/  is  my  fong  ; 
Tho'  fmn^rs  fpeaic  again (i  thy  grace 

With  a  blafoheaiini;  ton2:L3e. 
2  Vy^hen  in  the  form  cf  ir.crtal  man 

Thy  Son  on  earth  was  found, 
V/ith  cruel  fianders  falf-  and  vain 

They  compafs'd  him  around. 

3  Their  mis'ries  his  cornpailion  movC;, 
Their  peace  he  fli!!  pur-u'd  ; 

They  render  hatred  for  his  love. 
And  evil  for  his  orood. 

o 

4  Their  ma- ice  rag'd  without  a  caufc  i 
He,  with  his  dying  breath, 

Pray'd  iov  his  murd'rers  on  the  crofs. 
And  bleft  his  foes  in  death. 

,"   Lord,  fhall  thy  bright  example  Oiinc 

In  vain  before  my  eyes  } 
Give  mc  a  foul  a- kin  to  thine. 

To  love  my  enemies  ! 

6  The 


PSALM     CX,  211 

6  The  Lord  fhall  on  my  liJe  engag?;, 

And  in  my  S-aviour's  same, 
I  fhall  defifat  their,  pride  and  rage 

Vv^ho  ilander  and  condemn. 

P  S  A  L  M'     CX,     Fir/}  Part.  Lon^  Metre. 

Chriil  exalted,  and  multitudes  cdn-uerts-d  ;    or,    ths 

juccefs  cfthsgnfpd, 

I   ^~r^  H  U  S  tiie  eternal  Father  fpake 

i        To  Chnit  the  Son  ;.  *"'  Aic.^nd  and.ilt 
*^  Ai  my  righc-hand,  'rill  I  Ihall  make 
*'^  Tay  foes  Uibmiiiiv.e  at  thy  feet. 

z  "  From  Zio^i  iliail  thy  word  proceed, 
'*  Tny  ivord,  the  iceptre  in  thy  hand., 
''^   Shall  make  the  hearts  of  rebels  b:eed, 
**  And  bow  their  wills  to  thy  command. 

3  **  That  day  lliall  fhew  thy  povv'r  is  great,. 

*•'  When  laints  fnall  frock  with  willing  minds^ 
*'   And  fmners  croud  thy  ternpie-gate, 
«^  Where  hoiinefsin  beauty  Ihines." 

4  O  blelled  pow'r  1  O-  glor'ous  day  1 
What  a  large  vicVry  fiiail  enfue  i 
A..nd  con-verts,  who  thy  grace  obey. 
Exceed  tne  drops  of  morning  dew- 

PSALM      CX.      Second  Part. 
The  kingdom- and pricjlhood  of  ChriH." 

I   ^~|~^HUS  the  great  Lord  of  earth. and  lea 
J^     Spake    to  his  Son,  and  thus  he  fwore  ', 
'^  Eternal  fhall  thy  priefchood  be, 
**  And  change  from  hand  to  hand  no  more. 

2  *'  Aaron  and  all  his  Tons  mult  die  | 
*•'  But  everlafting  life  is  thine, 
^'  To  fave  fjr  ever  thofe  who  fly 
**  For  rsfage  from  the  wrath  divine. 

3  ''  By 


212  PSALM     ex. 

3  "By  me  Mslchifedek'XT,*,  made 

**  On  earth  a  king  and  priell  at  once  ; 

'*  And  thou,  my  heav'nly  Priell,  {halt  plead  |- 

'*  And  thou,  my  King,  (halt  rule  my  fons.'* 

4  J-efus  the  Pricft  afcends  his  throne. 
While  counfels  of  ctemal  peace. 
Between  the  Faiher  and  the  Son^ 
Proceed  with  honor  and  Tuccefs. 

q  Thro'  the  whole  earth  his  reigj-i  fnall  fpread. 
And  crufh  the  pow'rs  which-  date  rebel  : 
Then  fhnll  he  judge  the  rifiagdead. 
And  fend  the  ga-ilty  world  to  hell. 

6  Tho'  while  he  treads  his  glcr'ous  way. 
He  drinks  the  cup  of  tears  and  blood. 
The  fufF'rings  of  th?,t  xireadful  day 
Skall  but  advance  him  near  to  God. 

PSALM    ex.     Common  Metre. 

Chriil's  kingdom  and priejihootU 

1  T  E  S  U  S,  our  Lord,  afcend  thy  throHe^ 
J      And  near  rhy  Father  fit  ; 

In  Zion  (hall  thy  pow'r  be  known. 
And  make  thy  foes  fubmli. 

2  What  wonder?  flialj  thy  gofpel  do  \ 
Thy  converts  fhall  furpai's 

The  num'rous  drops  osi  morning  dtfvv. 
And  own  thy  fov'reign  grace. 

3  God  hath  pronoun c'd  a  firm  decree. 
Nor  changes  what  he  fwore  ; 

•*  Eternal  Ihaii  thy  prieiihood  b", 
*'  When  Aaron  is  no  more. 

i.  "  hlelchijedeky  that  wond'rous  prie^; 

**  That  King  of  high  degree, 
**  That  holy  man  who  Abraham  biefti 

**  Was  but  a  type  of  thee."* 

5  Icf«.^ 


P  S  A  L  M    CXL         21 

5  Jefus  our  Prieft  for  ever  lives 
To  plead  for  us  above  ; 

Jefus  our  King  for  ever  gives 
The  bleiTingsof  his  love. 

6  God  {lial!  exalt  his  glor'ous  head. 
And  his  high  throne  maintain. 

Shall  ilrike  the  povv'rs  and  princes  dead- 
V/ho  dare  oppofe  his  reign. 

PSALM     CXl.~  Firjl  Part. 
The  ixijdom  cf  God  in  his  ^jorks. 

1  O  O  N  G  S  of  iramortal  praife  belong 
k3     To  my  almighty  God  , 

He  has  my  heart,  and  he  my  tongue. 
To  fpread  his  name  abroad. 

2  How  great  the  v^-orks  his  hand  has  wrought  I 
How  glor'ous  in  our  iignt. 

Good  men  in  ev'ry  age  have  fought 
His  wonders  with  delight. 

3  Ho.v  mou  exacl  is  nature's  frame  I 
How  wife  th'  eternal  mind  I 

His  counfels  never  change  the  icheme- 
Whichhis  firfl  thougiui  6.tlz^<L 

4  When  he  redeem'd  his  chofsn  fons;, 
He  iix'd  his  cov'nant  fure  ; 

The  orders  which  his  lips  pronounc?. 
To  endiefs  years  endure. 

5  Nature  and  time,  and  earth  and  flcies^ 
Thy  heav'nly  ikiW  proclaim  : 

What  {hall  we  do  to  make  us  wife. 
But  learn  to  read  thy  name  ? 

6  To  fear  thy  pow'r,  to  trull  thy  grace^ 
Is  our  divineil&ill  ; 

And  he's  the  wifeil:  of  our  race 
Wflo  beii  obeys  thy  will. 


1 


PSALM 


214    P  S  A  L  M     CXI.  CXIL 

PSALM     CXI.     Second  Pan, 
The  perfections  of  God. 

1  ^^^^'REAT  is  the  Lord  :  /.is  works  of  might 
\_J"     Demand  our  nobleilr  fongs  * 

Let  his  afTstnbied  Trants  unite 
Their  harmony  of  tongues. 

2  Great  is  the  mercy  of  the  Lord, 
He  gives  his  children  food  ; 

And,  ever  mindful  of  his  word. 
He  makes  his  promife  good. 

3  His  Son  the  great  Redeemer,  cam& 
To  Teal  his  cov'nant  fure  ; 

Holy  and  rev'rend  is  his  name, 
Kis  ways  are  juft  and  pure. 

4  Thofe  who  would  grow  divinely  wife, 

Mufl  with  his  fear  begin  ; 
Our  faireft  proof  of  knowledge  lies 
1^  hating  ev'ry  fin. 

PSALM     CXIL 
The  hh'JJtngs  of  the  liberal  man. 

1  ''^T'^HAT  man  is  bleft  who  ilands  in  awe 

J^    Gf  God,  and  loves  his  facred  law  ; 

Hi?  feed  on  earth  fnall  be  renown'd  ; 
His  hoi:fe  th  i  feiit  of  wealth  fhall  be. 
An  inexhaui'ted  treafury. 

And  vvithfaccefTive  honors  crown'd. 

2  His  IHj'ral  favors  he  extends. 
To  fome  he  gi^'e5,  to  others  lends  ; 

A  gen'roas  pity  fills  his  mind  : 
Yet  what  his  charity  impairs. 
He  faves  by  prudence  in  affairs. 

And  thus  he's  juil  to  all  mankind. 

3  His  hands,  while  they  his  alms  beftow'd. 
His  glory's  future  harvefl  fow'd  ; 

The  fweet  i-emembrance  of  the  jufl.         Like 


PSALM     CXIL  2x5 

Uke  a  green  root  revives  and  bears 
A  trsin-of  bleffings  for  his  heirs. 
When  dying  nature  lleeps  in  duU, 

4  Befet  widi  threat'ning  dangers  rouudg 
Unmov'd  fhali  he  maintain  his  ground. 

His  cGnfcience  holds  his  coarageup  ; 
The  foul  that's  iiri'd  vvith  virtue's  light 
Shines  brightefl  in  afHi6lion's  night. 

And  fees  in  darknefs,  beams  of  hope. 

Pause. 

[5  111  tidings  never  can  furprife 
The  heart  which  fix'd  on  God  rciies, 

Tho'  waves  and  tempefts  roar  around; 
Safe  on  the  rock  he  fits  an-d  fee* 
The  fhipwreck  of  his  enemies. 

And  all  their  hope  and  glory  dr-own'd. 

6  The  v/icked  (hall  his  triumph  fee, 
\nd  gnaili  tap;r  teeth  in  agony. 

To  find  the-r  expectations  croil  ; 
rhey  and  their  envv,  prld«  and  fpite. 
Sink  dovvii  to  everlaning  sight. 

And  all  their  names  in  darknefs   loft.] 

PSALM       CXII.       Lang   Metre, 
9^^e  hisjjings  of  the  pious  and  charitable. 

THRICE  happy  man  v/ao  fears  the  Lord, 
Loves  his  commands,  and  trufts  his  v/ord ; 
H^onor  and  peace  his  days  attend, 
knd  bleiiin9"s  to  his  feed  defcend. 

!•  Con^paiRon  dwells  upon  his  mind. 
To  works  of  mercy  iliill  inciin'd  : 
Fie  lends  the  poor  fome  prefent  aid, 
3r  gives  thsm,  not  to  be  repaid. 

)  When  times  grow  dark,  and  tidings  fpread 
•  iVhich  iiii  his  neighbors  rQund  with  dread. 

His 


■2i6        PSALM     CXII. 

His  heart  is  arm'd  againfi  the  f^ar. 
For  God  with  all  his  pow'ris-  there. 

4-  His  foul  well  £x'd  upon  the  Lord, 
j3raws  heav'nly  courage  from  his  word  ; 
Amidft  the  darknefs,  light  {hall  rife. 
To  cheer  h;s  heart  and  blefs  his  eyes. 

5  Ke  hath  difpers'd  his  alms  abroad. 
His  works  are  Hill  before  his  God  : 
His  name  on  earth  fnall  long  remain, 
W-iile  env'ous  finners  fret  in  vain. 

PSALM     CXIL    Common  Metre. 

L  iberaiity  re-Jcar:Ud. 

1  TT-'^PP^^^  ^s  he  who  tears  the  Lord, 
%^\_     And  follows  his  comm:ir>us, 

WIio  lends  the  poor  without  reward. 
Or  gives  with  lib'ral  hands. 

2  A*?  pity  dwells  within  his  breafl 
7'o  all  the  fons  of  need  ; 

So  God  fnall  anfwerhis  requeil 
With  bleiTings  on  his  {^ti. 

3  No  evil  tidings  fhall  furprife 
His  well  eftabliOi'd  mind  ; 

His  foul  to  God  his  refjge  flies. 
And  leaves  his  fears  behind, 

4  T\i  times  of  general  difirefs 
Some  beains  of  light  fhall  fhine. 

To  fhew  the  world  rrrs  right'oufnefs. 
And  give  him  peace  divine. 

5  His  works  of  p'ety  md  love 
Remain  before  the.  Lord  ; 

Honor  on  earth,  and  joys  alicve. 
Shall  be  his  furc  reward. 


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PSALM     CXIIL       £17 

P  S  A  L  M     CXIII. 

ThemajeJIy  and  co7jdefrention  of  God ^ 
t   "^T  E  who  delight  to  ferve  the  Lord, 
J_    The  honors  of  his  Jiame  recox'-d. 
His  facred  name  for  ever  blefs  : 
Where  e'er  the  circling  fun  difplays 
Kis  rifing  beamsj  or  letting  rays. 
Let  lands  and  Teas  his  pow'r  confefs. 

7.  Not  time  nor  nature's  narrow  rounds 
Can  give  his  vail  domin'cn  bounds  ; 

The  heav'ns  are  far  below  his  height; 
Let  no  created  greatnefs  dare 
V/ith  cur  eternal  God  compare, 

Arm'd  vvith  his  uncreated  might. 

3  He  bows  his  glor'ous  head  to  view 
V/hat  the  bright  hofts  of  angels  i.o. 

And  bends  his  care  to  mortal  things  ; 
His  fcv'reign  hand  exalts  the  poor. 
He  takes  the  needy  from  the  door, 
~   And  makes  them  company  for  kings. 

4  When  childlefs  families  defpair. 
He  fends  the  bleiTing  of  an  heir, 

»     To  refcue  their  expiring  name  ; 
The  mother  with  a  thankful  voice 
Proclaims' his  praifes  and  her  joys  ; 
Let  every  age  advance  his  fame. 

PSALM     CXIIL     Long  Metre. 
God  fo^~jerelgn  and  gracious, 

1  "VT  E  fervants  of  th'  almighty  King, 

X    I"  ev'ry  age  his  praifes  iing  : 
Where  e'er  the  fun  fnail  rife  or  fet. 
The  nations  fhall  his  praife  repeat. 

2  Above  the  earth,  beyond  the  fey. 
Stands  his  high  throne  of  majefty  ; 

T  Nor 


.xS  PSALM     CXIV. 

Nor  time,  nor  place  his  povv'r  rellrain. 

Nor  bound  his  univerfal  reign. 

^  Which  of  the  fons  of  J^am  dare. 

Or  angels,  with  their  God   compare  ? 

His  glories,  how  divinely  bright. 

Who  dwells  in  uncreated  light  1 

4  Behold  his  love  !  he  (loops  to  view 

AVhat  faints  above  and  angels  do  ; 

And  condefcends  yet  more  to  know 

The  mean  affairs  of  men  below. 

c  From  duft  and  cottages  obfcure. 

His  grace  exalts  the  humble  poor  ; 

Gives  them  the  honor  of  his  fons. 

And  fits  them  for  his  heav'nly  throii«. 

{"6  A  word  of  his  creating  voice 

Can  make  the  barren  houfc  rejoice  : 

Tho'  Sarah's  ninety  years  were  pafl 

The  promisM  feed  is  born  at  iaft. 

-  With  jov  the  mother  views  her  fon,- 

And  tells  the  wonders  God  has  dohe  :    ^ 

Faith  may  grc  v  ftrong  when  ienfe  defpairg  ; 

If  nature  fails,  the  promife  bears.] 

PSALM      CXIV. 
Miracles  attending  Ifrael's  journey, 
J   ^-jr  THEN  Ifr'el,  freed  from  Pharaoh^ s  hand, 

YY    Left  the  proud  tyrant  and  his  land. 
The  tribes  with  cheerful  homage  own 
Their  King  ;  and  Judah  v/as  his  throne. 
2  Acrofs  the  deep  their  journey  lay  ; 
The  deep  divides  to  make  them  way  ; 
Jordan  beheld  their  m.arch,  and  fled 
With  backward  current  to  his  head. 

5  The  mountains  (hook  like  frighted  (hcep. 
Like  lambs  the  little  hillocks  leap  :  Not 


PSALM      CXV.         219 

Kot  Sinai  on  her  bafe  could  Sand, 
Confcious  of  fov'reign  pow'r  at  hand. 

4  What  pow'r  could  make  the  deep  divide  ^ 
Make  Jordan  backward  roll  his  tide  ? 
Why  did  ye  leap,  ye  little  hills  ? 

And  whence  the  fright  which  Sinai  feels  I 

5  Let  ev'ry  mountain,  ev'ry  flood 
Retire,  and  know  th'  approaching  God, 
The  King  oi  Ifr^el  !  fee  him  here  ! 
Tremble  thou  earth,  adore  and  fear  ! 

6  He  thunders,  and  all  nature  mourns  i 
The  rock  to  ftanding  pools  he  turns. 
Flints  fpring  with  fountains  at  his  worc^ 
And  fires  and  feas  confefs  the  Lord. 

PSALM     CXV.     Firlt  Metre, 

The  true  God  our  refuge  ;  or,  idolatry  rspr^sisei^ 

1  "^T^^T  to  ourfelves,  who  are  bst  duil, 
j^^^    Not  to  ourfelves  is  glory  due  5 

Eternal  Goo  !  thou  only  juil ; 
Thoa  only  gracious,  wife  and  true. 

2  Shine  ferth  in  all  thy  dreadful  name  ; 
Why  fkjuld  a  heathen's  haughty  tongue 
Infult  us,  and  to  raife  our  Ihame, 

Say,  Where's  the  Go  n  yoii'^e/er'u^d fo  long  ? 

3  The  God  v/e  ferve  maintains  his  throne 
Above  the  clouds,  beyond  the  Ikies  ; 
Thro'  ail  the  earth  his  udll  is  done. 

He  knows  our  groans,  he  hears  our  cries. 

4  But  the  vain  idols  they  adore 

Are  fenfelefs  Ihapes  of  ftone  and  wood  ; 
At  beft,  a  mafs  of  glitt'ring  ore, 
A  filver  faint,  or  golden  god  ! 

[5  With  eyes  and  ears  they  carve  their  head  | 
Biaf  are  their  eare^  their  eyes  are  blind  ; 

T  2  In 


220        PSALM     CXy. 

In  vain  are  ccftly  ofPrings  made. 
And  vows  are  fcatter'd  in  the  wind. 

6  Their  feet  were  never,  made  to  move. 
Nor  hands  to  fave  when  mortals  pray. 
Mortals  who  pay  them  fear  or  love. 
Seem  to  be  blind  and  deaf  as  they.  J 

7  O  I/r^el,  make  the  Lord  thy  hope. 
Thy  Help,  thy  Refuge,  and  thy  Reii  • 
The  Lord  fnail  build  thy  ruins  up. 
And  blefs  the  peop'e  and  the  prieit. 

8  The  dead  no  more  can  fpeak  thy  praI^e^ 
They  dwell  in  filence  in  the  grave  ; 

But  we  fuall  live  to  fmg  thy  grace. 
And  tell  the  world  thy'pow'r  tofavq. 

PSALM    CXY.     2d  Metre. 

Popifo   idolatry  reprcjed, 

'OT  to  our  names,  thou  only  Juft  and  Tra?-,. 
Not  to  oar  worthlefs  names  is  ^^^ly  due  ; 
^^i-^'j  pow'r  and  gr?.ce,  thy  truth  and  judice  claiia 
Immortal  honors  to  thy  fov'reign  name. 
Shine  thro'  the  earth  from  Keav'a  thy  blcft  abode. 
Nor  let  the  heathens  fay,  A,td  ivhsre's your  God  ? 

2  Heaven  is  thine  higher  court  :  there  Hands  thy 

[throne  j 
And  thro'  the  lower  worlds  thy  will  is  done  ; 
Our  God  fram'd   all   this   earth,,  thefe  heav*n> 

\)\c  fpread,. 
Bat  fools  adore  the  gods  their  hands  have  made  ; 
The  kneeling  croud  v/ith  looks  devout,  behold 
Their  iilver  liaviours,  and  their  fiiints  of  gold. 

[3  Vain  are  thofe  artful  fiiapes  of  eyes  and  ears  ; 
The  molten  image  neither  fees  nor  hears" ; 
Their  handi  are  helplefs,  oor  their  feet  can  move^ 

They 


PSALM     CXVI.         m 

They  have  no  fpeech,  nor  thought,  nor  pow'r  nor 

[love  ; 
Yet  foolifh  mortals  make  their  long  eoraplaints 
To  their  deaf  idols,  and  their  movelefs  faints. 

4  The  rich  have  ftatues  well  adorn"d  with  gold. 
The  poor  content  with  gods  of  coarfer  mould  5 
With  tools  of  iron  carve  the  fenfelefs  Itock 
Lopt  from  a  tree^^  or  broken  from  a  rock  -, 
People  andprieit  drive  on  the  foiemn  trade. 
And  trull  the  gods  which  faws  and  hammers  made. 

5  Be  heaven  and  earth  amaz'd  !    'tis  hard  to  fay. 
Which  is  more  ftupid,  or  their  gods,  or  they. 

0  Ij'r^el  trull  the  Lord  1  he  hears  and  fees. 

He  knov,/s  thy  forrovvs,  and  refcores  thy  peace  i 
His  worihipdoes  a  thoufand  comforts  yield  ; 
He  is  thy  help,  and  he  thine  heav'nly  fhield. 

6  Columbia  trufl  the  Lord  f  thy  foes  in  vain. 
Attempt  thy  ruin,  and  enforce  their  reign  ; 

■Had  they  prevail'd,  darknefs  had  clos'd  our  days^ 
And  death  and  filence  had  forbid  his  praife  ;" 
But  we  are  fav'd,  and  live  :  let  fongs  arife, 
Columbia  blefs  the  God  who  built  the  ikies, 

PSALM     CXVI.     FirJlFaru 

Reco'uery  from  Jlcknefs. 

1  Y  Love  the  Lord  ;  he  heard  my  cries, 
J^     And  pity'd  ev'ry  groan  : 

Long  as  I  live,  when  troubles  rile 
I'll  haften  to  his  throne. 

'z  I  love  the  Lord  :  he  bew'd  his  ear. 

And  chas'd  my  griefs  away  : 
O  let  my  heart  no  more  defpair. 

While  I  have  breath  to  pray  ! 

3  My  fleih  declined,  my  fpirits  fell. 
And  I  drew  near  the  dead  j 

T  5  Whila 


22  2  PSALM       CXVL 

While  inward  pan2:s  and  fears  of  hell 
Perpiex'd  my  wakeful  head. 

4  '*  My  God  I  cryM,  thy  fervant  fave, 
'*  Thou  ever  good  and  juil  ; 

**  Thv  pow'r  can  refcue  from  the  grave>, 
"  thy  pow'r  is  all  my  trufl.'*  / 

5  The  Lord  beheld  me  fore  diiTreft, 
He  bid  my  pains  remove  : 

Return,  my  foul,  to  God  thy  Refl, 
For  thou  hall:  known  his  love. 

6  My  God  hath  fav'd  my  foul  from  death>. 
And  dry'd  my  falling  tears  : 

Now  to  his  praife  I'll  fpend  my  brearhj 
And  my  remaining  years. 

P   S   A  L  M       CXVL      Seccxd  Part, 

Fo'VJs  made  in  trouble,  paid  in  thi  church  ;  or,  p'ul- 
lit.  thanks  for  priij ate  deli-verance. 

1  ^T  7  H  AT  (ball  T  render  to  my  God 

VV       For  all  his  kindnefs  ihown  I 
My  feet  fhall  vifit  thine  abode.,. 
My  fongs  addrels  thy  throne. 

2  Among  the  faints  who  fill  thine  houfc. 
My  off'rings  fhall  be  paid  ; 

There  fhall  my  zeal  perform  the  vows 
My  foui'in  anguifh  made. 

3  How  much  is  mercy  thy  delight,. 
Thou  ever-bleffed  God  1 

How  dear  thy  fervants  in  thy  fight  !: 
How  precious  is  their  blood.  ? 

4  How  happy  all  thy  fervants  are  l. 
How  great  thy  grace  to  me  1 

My  life,  which  tliou  haft  made  thy  care>l 
Lord,  I  devote  to  thee. 

5  Now  I  am  thine,  for  ever  thinCj 

jN[or  fliall  my  purpofe  more  j-  Tb.y 


PSALM    CXYIL  22: 

Thy  hand  hath  loos'd  rrrv  bonds  of  pain. 
And  bound  me  with  thy  love. 

6  Here  in  thy  courts  I  leave  my  vow. 

And  thy  rich  grace  record  ; 
Yv^itnefs,  ye  faints,  who  hear  ms  now. 

If  I  forlake  the  Lord. 

PSALM     CXVn.      Cjmmoa  Metr^. 
Praife  to  God frcm  all  nations. 

I    /'^^  All  ye  nations,  praife  the  Lord, 
\_^     Each  with  a  dif'rent  tongue  ; 

In  ev'°ry  language  learn  his  word. 
And  let  his  name  be  fung. 

z  His  mercy  rgigns  through  ev'ry  land  % 

Proclaim  his  grace  abroad  ; 
For  ever  firm  his  truth  faall  itand  ; 

Praife  ye  the  faithfif  Geo. 

PSALM     eXVn.     Long  Metre>  • 

1  T?PvOM  all  who  dwell  below  the  ikies 
X^'      Let  the  Creator's  praife  arife  ; 

Let  the  Redeemer's  name  be  fung 

Through  ev'ry  land,  by  ev'ry  tongus, 

2  Eternal  are  thy  mercies.  Lord  ; 
Eternal  truth  attends  thy  word  ; 
Thy  praiie  lliall  found  from  to  ihore^. 
'Till  funs  malJ  rife  and  fet  no  more, 

PSALM       CXVIL     Short  Metre. 

3  ^""F^HY  name,  almighty  Lord, 

X        Shall  found  thro'  diftant  lands  |. 
Great  is  thy  grace,  and  fure  thy  word  ; 
Thy  truth  for  ever  Itands. 

2  Far  be  thine  honor  fpreaJ, 

And  long  thy  praiie  endure  j 
,^Till  morning  light  and  ev'ning  fhaJe 

Shall  be  exchang'd  no  mere. 

P  S  A  L  U 


I 


224       PSALM     CXVIII. 

PSALM       CXVIII.      FirJlPart. 

Deliverance  from  a  tumult. 

3   ^V^  H  E    Lord  appears  my  helper  now, 

X.       Nox-  ifi  my  faith  afraid 
V/hat  all  the  fons  of  earth  can  do. 
Since  hcav'n  affords  its  aid. 

2  *Tis  fafer.  Lord,  to  hope  in  thee. 
And  have  my  God  my  Friend, 

Than  trufi  in  men  of  high  degree. 
And  on  their  truth  depend. 

3  Like  bees,  my  foes  befct  me  round,- 
A  large  and  angry  Avarm.  ; 

But  I  fhall  all  their  rage  confound, 
JBy  thine  almighty  arm. 

4  'Tis  through  the  Lord  my  heart  io  firon^ 
In  him  my  lips  rejoice  ; 

While  his  falvation  is  my  fong,- 
How  cheerful  is  vay  voice  1 

5  Like  angry  bees  they  girt  me  round  %■ 
When  God  appears,  they  fly  : 

So  burning  thorns  with  crackling  found 
Make  a  fierce  blaze,  and  die. 

6  Joy  to  the  faints  and  peace  belongs  5 
The  Lord  proteAs  their  ways  : 

Let  Ijy'el  tune  immortal  fongs 
To  his  almighty  grace. 

PSALM     CXVIII.      Second    Part. 
Public  praife  for  delinjerance  front  death, 

1  y    ORD,  thou  haft  heard  thy  fervant  cry> 
I   J     An<i  refcu'd  from  the  grave  : 

Now  fhall  he  live  ;   (and  noac  can  die. 
If  God  refolve  to  lave.) 

2  Thy  praife,  more  conflant  than  before, 
Siall  iill  his  daily  breath  j  Thy 


P  S  A  L  iM     CXyill.       225 

Thy  hand  which  hath  cha'lio'd  him  {'or&^ 
-Defends  him  Itiil  frcm  death. 

3  Open  the  gates  of  Z/5'i  no-.y, 
For'weihail  woriliip  there  ; 

The  hoiife  where  all  the  righf  ous  go 
Thy  mercy  to  declare. 

4  Among  th'  aiie:.:'  "   -     "  ^y  laints 
Our  thankful  voi  '/.  ; 

There  we  have  told  taee  our  complaiatj-. 
And  there  we  fpeak  thy  praife. 

PSALM    CXVIII.    Third  Fart. 

Chrifl  the  foundation  ef  the  church. 

EKOLD  the  fure  Foundatioa-Stone 
Which  God  in  Zion  lays. 
To  build  our  heav'nly  hopes  upon. 
And  his  eternal  praifs. 

2  Chofen  of  God,  to  finners  dear. 

And  faints  adore  his  name  ; 
'^hey  trud  their  whole  falvation  here. 

Nor  ihall  they  fnifer  ihame. 

5  The  fooliOi  builders,  fcribe  and  priefl, 
Rejc£l  it  with  difdaln  j 

Yet  on  this  Rock  the  church  ihall  reil. 
And  envy  rage  in  vain. 

4  What  though  the  gates  of  hell  withftood  ? 

Yet  muft  this  building  rife  ; 
'Tis  thy  Gvvn  work,  almighty  God, 

And  wond'rous  in  our  eyes. 

P   S   A  L  M     CXVIII.     Fourth  Fart, 

Ho/anna  ;  the  LordU~day  ;  or,  Chriji's  refurrsciien^ 
and  our  J'alvatien, 

1   '^  1  "^HrS  is  the  day  the  Lord  hath  made, 

X        He  calls  the  hoars  his  own  j 
Let  heay'n  rejoice,  let  earth  be  glad. 

And  praife  furround  ihy  throne.  2  To 

/ 


2i6      PSALM     CXVIII. 

2  To  day  he  rofe  and  left  the  dead  ; 
And  fatan's  empire  f'eil  ; 

To  day  the  faints  his  triumph  fpread. 
And  all  his  wonders  tell. 

3  Ho/anna  to  th'  anointed  King, 
To  Dci'vid's  holy  Son  : 

Help  us,  O  Lord  ;  defcend,  and  bring 
Salvation  from  thy  throne. 

4  Bleft  be  the  Lord,  who  comes  to  men 
With  meiTages  ofgrace  ; 

Who  comes  in  God  his  Father's  name. 
To  fave  our  finful  race. 

5  Ho/anna  in  the  highefl  ftrains 
The  church  on  earth  can  raife  : 

The  higheft  heav'ns  in  which  he  reigns. 
Shall  give  him  nobler  praifc. 

PSALM     CXVIII.       Short  Metre, 

An  Ho/anna  for  the  Lord's -day  ;  or,   a  nenv  feng  sf 
falvation    hy  Chriji, 


■s 


E  E  what  a  living  Stone 
The  builders  did  rcfufe  \ 


Yet  God  hath  built  his  church  thereon 
In  fpite  of  env'ous  Jcivs. 

2  The  fcribe  and  angry  prieft 
Rejefl  thine  only  Son  : 

Yet  en  this  Rock  fhall  Zion  reft 
As  the  chief  corner-ftone. 

3  The  work,  O  Lord,  is  thine. 
And  vvond'rous  in  our  eyes  : 

This  day  declares  it  all  divine. 
This  day  did  Jefus  rife  I 

4  This  is  the  glorious  day 
Which  our  Redeemer  made  ; 

Let  us  rejoice,  and  fing,  and  pray  : 

Let  all  the  church  be  glad.  5  Ho/anna 


PSALM    CXYIII.  CXIX.  227 

5  Hifanna  to  the  King 

'  Of  Da<vid'^  royal  blood  ; 
Blels  him,  ye  faints,  he  comes  to  bring 
Salvation  from  your  God. 

6  We  blefs  thine  holy  word 
Which  all  this  grace  difplays  ; 

And  oiter  on  thine  altar.  Lord, 
Our  facrifice  of  praife. 

PSALM       CXVIIL       Long  Metre. 

An  Hof anna  for  the  Lord^  s-day  ;  or,    a  ne^jj  fong  of 
fal'uation  by   Chrifi. 

\    T-  O,  what  2  glor'ous  corner-flona 

1_^  The  Je^ip?  builders  did  refufe  ! 
But  God  hath  built  his  church  thereon. 
In  fpite  of  envy  and  the  Je-vjs. 

3  Great  God,  the  work  is  all  divine. 
The  joy  and  wonder  of  our  eyes  ; 
This  is  the  day  which  proves  it  thine. 
The  day  which  faw  our  Saviour  rife. 

3  Sinners  rejoice,  and  faints  be  glad  : 
Hojanna^  let  his  name  be  blefi:  1 

A  thoufand  honors  on  his  head, 

W^ith  peace,  and  light,  and  glory  refl:  ! 

4  In  God's  own  name  he  comes  to  bring 
Salvation  to  our  dying  race  : 

Let  the  whole  church  addrefs  their  King 
With  hearts  of  joy,  and  fongs  of  praife. 

PSALM      CXIX. 

\I  have  colleSted  and  difpofed  the  mojt  ufeful  njgrfes  of 
this  pfalm  under  eighteen  different  heads,  and 
formed  a  divin-e  fong  upon  each  of  them  ;  hut  the 
'uerfes  are  much  tranfpofed,  to  attain  fome  degree 
ef  connexion. 
In  fome  places  f  among  the  fwerds,  law,  commands, 

j  udgments. 


--S         P  S  A  L  M     CXIX. 

judgments,  tcfli monies,  /  ha-ce  ufed  gofpel, 
word,  grace,  truth,  promifes,  l5 c.  as  more  a- 
rreeahle  fo  the  Ne^w-Tefiame?:!,  and  the  common 
language  of  chrijlians  ;  and  it  equally  anjkvers  the 
defign  of  the  Plalmifl,  nAjbich  ^^vas  to  recommend 
the  hclj  fa-i^tures."] 

PSALM      CXIX.        FirJ}  Part. 

^he  hleffednejs  of  the  faints ,  and  the  mifery  of fnners, 

Ver.  I,  2,  3. 

I   yjLEST  are  the  undefil'd  in  heart, 

\%     Whofe  ways  are  right  and  clean  ; 
Who  never  from  thy  law  depart, 

Biit  fly  from  ev'ry  fin. 
a  Elcft  are  the  men  who  keep  thy  v/ord. 

And  pra<51ice  thy  commands  ; 
With  their  whole  heart  they  feek  the  Lord, 

And  ferve  thee  with  their  hands. 

Ver.   165. 

3  Great  is  their  peace  who  love  thy  law  j 
How  firm  their  fouls  abide  ! 

Nor  can  a  bold  temptation  draw 
Their  Heady  feet  a£de. 

Ver.  6. 

4  Then  fliall  my  heart  have  inward  jo7> 
And  keep  my  face  from  Ihame, 

When  all  thy  Itatutes  I  obey. 
And  hoaor  all  thy  name. 

Ver.    21,   ii3. 

5  But  haughty  finners  God  will  hate. 
The  proud  fnall  die  accurfl  ; 

The  fons  of  falfhood  and  deceit 
Are  trodden  to  the  duit. 


Ver. 


PSALM     CXIX.        22f 

Ver.    119,   155. 

6  Vile  as  the  drafs  the  wicked  are: 

And  thofe  who  leave  thy  ways 
Shall  fee  lalvation  from  afar, 

But  never  taile  thy  grace. 

PSALM     CXIX.     Second  Part. 

Sscrst  de'vctions  and fpirituaT  meditations  j  or,  cGri'* 
ftant  con"jerfe  'vjith  God, 

Ver.    147,   55. 

I   i'^'T^O  thee  before  the  dawning  light, 
J^        My  gracious  God,  I  pray; 

1  meditate  thy  name  by  night. 

And  keep  thy  law  by  day, 

Ver.    8x. 

2  My  fpirit  faints  to  fee  thy  grace^ 
Thy  promife  bears  me  up  ! 

And  while  falvatioa  long  delays. 
Thy  word  fupports  my  hope. 

Ver.  164. 

3  Sev'n  times  a  day  I  lift  my  hands^ 
And  pay  my  thanks  to  thee. 

Thy  right'ous  providence  demands 
Repeated  praife  from  me. 

Ver.  62. 

4  When  midnight  darknefs  veils  the  iki^Sg 
I  call  thy  works  to  mind  ; 

My  thoughts  in  warm  devotion  rife. 
And  fweet  acceptance  iindr 


U  PSALM 


120        PSALM     CXIX. 

PSALM     CXIX.     Third   Part, 

ProfeJ/ions  efjincerify^  repentance  and  chedlsnce*- 
Ver.  57,  60. 

1  ^~r^  H  O  U  art  my  portion,  O  my  God  \ 

X        Soon  as  I  know  thy  way. 
My  heart  makes  haile  V  obey  thy  word. 
And  fairers  no  delay, 

Ver.  30,  14. 

2  I  chafe  the  path  of  heav'niy  truth. 
And  glory  in  rny  choice  : 

Net  ali  the  riches  of  the  earth 
Could  make  me  10  rejoice, 

3  The  teftimonies  of  thy  grace 
I  fet  before  my  eyes  ; 

Tiience  I  derive  my  daily  (Ifength, 
And  there  my  comfort  lies. 

Ver.    59. 

4  If  once  I  wander  from  thy  paths, 
I  think  upon  my  ways  ; 

Then  turn  my  feet  to  thy  commands. 
And  truil  thy  pard'ning  grace. 

Ver.    94,  114. 

5  Now  I  am  thine,  for  ever  thine, 
O  fave  thy  fervant.  Lord  ! 

Thou  art  my  fliield,  my  hiding  place  ; 
My  hope  is  in  thy  word. 

Ver.   112, 

6  Thou  haft  inclin'd  this  heart  of  mine 

Thy  ftatutes  to  fulfill  ; 
And  thus  'till  mortal  life  ihallend, 
Vfuuld  I  perform  thy  will. 

PSALM 


o. 


F  S  A  L  M     CXIX.      2JI 

P  S  A  L  M     CXIX.     Fourth  Part, 

Injrrii^'ion  from  fcripture 

Ver.  9. 

O W  fnali  the  young  fecure  their  hearts^ 
__  And  guard  their  lives  from  fin  r 

Thy  word  the  choic^ft  rules  imparts 
To  keep  the  confeience  clean, 

Ver.   130. 

2  When  once  it  enters  to  tfet  miada 
It  fpreadg  fuch  light  abroad. 

The  meaneft  fouls  inilirudion  find. 
And  raiie  their  thoughts  to  God. 

Ver.  105. 

3  'Tis  like  the  fan,  a  heav'niy  light. 
Which  guides  us  all  the  day  ; 

And  through  the  dangers  of  the  nighty 
A  lamp  to  lead  our  way. 

Ver.  99,   100. 

4  The  men  who  keep  thy  law  with  care. 
And  meditate  thy  word. 

Grow  wifer  than  their  teachers  are;, 
And  better  knoyi^  the  Lord. 

Ver.   104,  113, 

5  Thy  precepts  make  me  truly  v/ife: 
-     I  hate  the  Tinner's  road  : 

I  hate  my  own  vain  thoughts  which  rift;) 
Bat  love  thy  law,  my  God. 

Ver.  89,  90,  91. 

[6  The  ftarry  heav'ns  thy  rule  obey. 

The  earth  maintains  her  place  ; 
And  thefs  thy  fervants  night  and  day 

Thv  j[kill  andpow'r  exprefs. 

Us  7  B'"t 


232       PSALM     CXIX. 

7   But  flili  thy  law  and  gofpel.  Lord, 

Hitve  ic5bns  mere  divine  : 
Net  earth  ftands  firmer  than  thy  word. 

Nor  ftars  To  nobly  fhine.] 

Ver.   1 60,   140,  9,  116. 

g  Thy  word  is  everlaHiing  truth  ; 

How  pure  is  ev'ry  page  ! 
That  holy  book  fliall  guide  our  youth. 

And  well  fupport  our  age. 

PSALM     CXIX.     Fifth    Part, 

Delight  in/cripture  ;  or,    the  <ujBrd  of  God  d-Melling 
in  us, 

Ver.     c^'], 

2   f~\  How  I  love  thy  holy  lavv, 

\_^     'Tis  daily  my  delight  ; 
And  thence  my  meditations  draw 

Divine  advice  by  night. 

Ver.   148. 

2  My  waking  eyes  prevent  the  day> 
To  meditate  thy  word  ; 

IVIyfoul  with  longing,  melts  away 
To  hear  thy  goipel.  Lord. 

Ver.   3,   13,  54. 

3  How  doth  thy  word  my  heart  engage  & 
Haw  well  eaiploy  ms  tongue  ! 

And  in  tny  tirelbiils  pilgrimage 
Yields  me  an  hcav'nly  foBg. 

Ver.   19,   103,. 

4  x\m  I  a  Granger,  or  at  home  : 
'Tis  my  perpetual  feail  ; 

Not  honey  dropping  fiom  the  comb. 
So  much  allures  the  fade. 

Ver. 


PSALM    CXIX.        233 

Ver.  72,   127. 

5  No  treafures  fo  enrich  the  mind  ; 
Nor  fhall  thy  word  be  fold 

jpor  loads  of  filver  well  refin'd. 
Nor  heaps  of  choiceil:  geld. 

Ver.   28,  49,   175. 

6  When  nature  finks,  and  fpirits  droop^,- 
Thy  promifes  of  grace 

Are  pillars,  to  fupport  my  hope. 
And  there  I  write  thy  praife. 

PSALM     CXIX.        Sixth  Part. 

ticlinefs  a'nd  comfort  from  the  ixcrd. 

Ver.    128. 

C  R  D,  I  efteem  thy  judgments  rights- 
And  all  thy  flatntes  juft. 
Thence  I  maintain  a  coni^ant  fight 
With  %\''x^  Hatt'ring  m'k. 

Ver.    ^^^  9= 

2  Thy  precepts  often  J  furvey  : 
I  keep  tliy  law  in  fight^ 

Through  all  the  bus'nefs  ef  the  dayg 
To  form  my  actions  right. 

Ver.    62. 

3  My  heart  in  midnight  iilence  crieg;, 
*'  How  fweet  thy  comforts  be  !'* 

My  thoughts  in  holy  wonder  rife. 
And  bring  their  thanks  to  thee. 

Ver.     162.         . 

4  And  when  my  fpirit  drinks  her  fill 
At  forae  good  word  of  thine. 

Not  mighty  men  who  (hare  the  fpoil. 
Have  joys  compar'd  to  mine, 

U  3,  P  S  ALM 


SJ4       PSALM     CXIX. 

PSALM     CXIX.     Seventh  Part. 

Imperfedit^n  of  naiure^  and  ferfeSiion  offcnptur$» 

Ver.    96.     Paiaphrafed. 

1  T"      E  T  all  xhQ  heathen  writers  join 
I   J     To  form  one  perfect  book  ; 

Great  God,  if  ones  compared  witli  thine^ 
Flow  mean  their  writings  look  1 

2  Not  the  mod  perfeA  rules  they  gave 
Could  fhew  one  fin  forgiv'n  ; 

Nor  lead  a  flep  beyond  the  grave  j 
But  thine  condadt  to  heav'n. 

3  I've  feen  an  end  of  whit  we  call 
Perfeftioii  here  below  ; 

How  lliort  the  pow'rs  of  nature  fall. 
And  can  no  further  go  ! 

4  Yet  men  would  fain  be  juil  with  Go-d> 
By  works  their  hands  have  wrought  i 

But  thy  commands,  exceeding  broad. 
Extend  to  cv^vy  thought. 

5  In  vain  we  boall  perfection  here. 
While  fin  defiles  our  frame  ; 

And  ilnks  our  virtues  down  fo  far. 
They  fcarce  deferve  the  name. 

6  Our  faith,  and  love,  and  tw^ry  grace 
Fall  far  below  thy  word  ; 

But  perfcft  truth  and  right*oufnefs 
Dwell  only  with  the  Lord. 

PSALM    CXLX.     Eighth  Part. 

^he  '"'Ajcrd  cf  God  is  the  faint^s portion  ;  or,  the  3X' 
celUncy  and  'variety  offcripture^ 

1    T    ORD,  I  have  made  thy  word  my  (ihoicc> 

I  J     My  lading  heritage  ; 
There  fhall  my  ncblefl  pow'rs  rejoice. 

My  warmeft  thoughts  engage.  2  I'll 


PSALM     CXIX.        235 

2  I'll  read  the  hifi'ries  of  thy  love^ 
And  keep  thy  laws  in  fight  ; 

While  thro'  thy  promifes  I  rove 
With  ever-freih  delight. 

3  'Tis  a  broad  land  of  wealth  unknown^ 
Where  fprings  of  life  arife  ; 

Seeds  of  immortal  biifs  are  fown. 
And  hidden  glory  lies. 

4  The  beil  relief  which  isourners  h^ye^ 
It  makes  cur  forrows  blefc  ; 

Our  fairefi  hope  beyond  the  grave. 
And  our  eternal  rsn:. 

P  S  A  L  M     CXIX.     Ninth  Fart. 

Dejire  of  km^edge  ;  or,    the  teachmgs  of  the  fbi- 
rit  n.vith  the  vjord. 

.  Ver.  64,  68,  18. 

1  ^  i  '^HY  mercies  iili  the  earth,  O  Lord^ 

A       ^^^^  good  thy  works  appear  1 
Open  mine  eyes  to  read  thy  word. 
And  fee  thy  wonders  there. 

Ver.  73,   125. 

2  My  heart  was  falhion*d  hy  thy  hand. 
My  fervice  is  thy  diXLe. ; 

O  make  thy  fervant  underftand 
The  duties  he  mud  do  ! 

Ver.  19. 

3  Since  Vm  a  ftranger  here  below^ 
Let  not  thy  path  be  hid  ; 

But  mark  the  road  my  feet  fhould  go^ 
And  be  my  confiant  guide. 

Tej.  26. 

4  When  I  confefs'd  my  wand'ring  ways, 
Tiiou  heardft  my  foul  complain  ;  Gram 


£?6     PSALM      CXIX. 

Grant  me  the  teachings  of  thy  grace. 
Or  I  ft  all  flray  again. 

Ver.  33,  34. 

5  If  God  to  me  his  ilatutes  Ihew^ 

And  hesv'niy  truth  impart. 
His  work  for  ever  Til  purfue. 

His  kw  fhall  role  my  heart. 

Ver.  50,  71. 

^  This  was  my  comfort,  when  I  bore 

Variety  ©f  grief ; 
It  made  me  learn  thy  word  the  more,. 

And  fly  to  that  relief. 

Ver,     51. 

[7  In  vain  tfee  proud  deride  me  now  : 

I'll  ne'er  forget  thy  law. 
Nor  let  that  blelTed  gofpei  go. 

Whence  ail  my  hopes  I  draw. 

Ver.     27,     171. 

S  When  I  have  learn'd  my  Father's  will^ 

I'll  teack  the  world  his  ways  ; 
My  thankfal  lips  infpir'd  with  zeal 

Shall  loud  pronounce  his  praife.], 

P  S  A  L  M     CXIX.     Te:2th  Part. 

PleaJing  (he  prc-ni/es. 

Ver.  38,  49. 

1  YJEHOLD  thy  waiting  fervant.  Lord,-, 

XS     Devoted  to  thy  fear  ! 
Kemember  and  confirm  thy  »v'Ord> 

JFor  all  my  hopes  are  there. 

Ver.  41,  58,  107. 
3  Hall  thou  not  writ  falvation  down, 
And  promis'd  quick'ning  grace  ? 


PSALM     CXIX.         237 

Doth  not  my  heart  addrefs  thy  throne  ? 
And  yet  thy  love  delays. 

Ver.  123,  42. 

3  Mine  eyes  for  thy  falvatioH  fail ; 
O  bear  thy  fervant  up  ; 

Nor  let  the  fcofHng  lips  prevail. 
Which  dare  reproach  my  hope. 

Ver.  49,  74. 

4  Didft  thou  not  raife  my  faith,  O  Lord  ? 
Thtn  let  thy  truth  appear  : 

Saints  ihali  rejoice  in  my  reward. 
And  trail,  as  well  as  fear. 

PSALM     CXIX.  Elet'sntb  Part. 

Breathing  after  hdimfs, 

Ver,     5,     33. 

1  /^  That  the  Lord  would  guide  my  ways. 
\J     To  keep  his  itatutes  ftili  ! 

.0  that  my  God  would  grant  me  grace 
Tq  know  and  do  nis  will  i 
Ver.    29. 

2  O  fend  thy  fj;irit  down  to  write 
Thy  law  upoa  my  heart  ; 

Nor  let  my  tongue  indulge  deceit^ 
Nor  act  the  na. 's  part, 

Ver.  36,  i-],  ,- 

3  From  van'ty  turn  off  my  eyes  ; 
Let  no  corrupt  defign, 

"i^or  covetous  defires  arfe 
Within  this  Ibui  of  mine. 

Ver.   133. 

4  Order  my  footfteps  by  thy  word;, 
And  make  my  heart  (incere  ; 

Leb 


£3^       PSALM     CXIX. 

Let  fin  have  no  dominion,  Lord, 
JBst  keep  my  conlcience  clear. 

Ver.   176. 

5  My  foul  hath  gone  too  far  aftray 
Aly  feet  too  often  flip  ; 

Yet,  fince  I've  not  forgot  thy  way, 
Rellorc  thy  wand'ring  fn©ep. 

Ver.    35. 

6  Make  me  to  walk  in  thy  commands  j 
'Tis  a  delightful  road  : 

Nor  let  my  bead,  or  heart,  or  hands> 
OiFend  againft  my  God. 

PSALM     CXIX.     r^velftb  Part, 

Breathing  after  comfort  and  deliverance* 

Ver.    153. 

%  T\/T  Y  ^*^°»  confider  my  diflrefs, 
j_VX     Let  mercy  plead  my  caufe  ; 

Tho'  1  have  finned  againft  thy  grace, 
I  can't  forget  thy  lau's. 

Ver.  39,  116. 

Z  Forbid,  forbid  the  iharp  reproach. 

Which  I  {o  juftiy  fear  ; 
Uphold  my  life,  uphold  my  hopes. 

Nor  let  my  (hame  appear. 

Ver.   122,  135.  ' 

5  Be  thou  a  furety,  Lord,  for  me. 

Nor  let  the  proud  opprefs  ; 
Bat  make  thy  waiting  fervant  fee 

The  Ihinings  of  thy  face. 

Ver.     82. 

4  My  eyes  with  expcclation  fail. 

My  heart  within  me  cries,  Whm 


PSALM     CXIX.        239 

When  ^j^ill  the  Lord  his  truth  fulfill , 
And  make  my  comforts  rife  P 

Ver.    132. 

5  Look  down  upon  my  forrows.  Lord, 

And  ihew  thy  grace  the  fame^ 
As  thou  art  ever  wont  t*  afrord 

To  thole  who  love  thy  name. 

,  P   S   x^  L  M     CXIX.     Thirteenth  Part. 

Holy  fear,  snd  tendernefs  of  confcience, 

Ver.  10. 

1  T  T  7ITH  my  whole  heart  I've  fought  thy  face, 

W       O  let  me  never  firay 
From  thy  commands,  O  God  of  grace. 
Nor  tread  the  fmner's  way. 

Ver.  II. 

2  Thy  ^^'ord  I've  bid  within  my  heart. 
To  keep  my  confgience  clean. 

And  be  aneverlafting  guard 
From  ev'ry  rifing  iin. 

Ver.  63,  53,  !5g, 

I3  I'm  a  compaaion  of  the  faints. 

Who  fear  and  love  the  Lord  ; 
My  for.rows  rife,  my  naiure  faints. 

When  men  tranfgrefs  thy  word. 

Ver.  161,  163. 

4  While  finners  do  thy  gofpel  wrongs 
My  fpirit  Hands  in  awe  ; 

My  foul  abhors  the  lying  tongue,    * 
But  loves  thy  right'ous  law. 

Ver.  161,  120. 

5  My  heart,  with  facred  rev'rence,  hears 

The  threat' aings  of  thy  word  j  My 


240       PSALM    CXIX. 

My  Sefh  with  hoJy  trembling  fears 
The  judgments  of  the  Lord. 

Ver.  1 66,  174. 

6  My  God,  I  long,  I  hope,  I  wait 

For  thy  faJvation  ftill  ; 
While  tuy  whole  law  is  my  delight. 

And  I  obey  thy  will. 

PSALM     CXIX.     Fouruenth  Part, 

Benefit  of  affilclions,  and  fupport  under  ihem» 

Ver.  153,  81,  §2. 

i  ^ONSIDER  all  my  forrows.  Lord, 
\a     And  thy  deliv'rance  fend  ; 

My  ioul  for  thy  falvation  faints  : 
When  will  my  troubles  end  I 

Ver.  71. 

2  Yet  I  have  found  'tis  good  for  rae 

To  bear  ray  Father's  rod  ; 
Affliftions  make  me  learn  thy  law. 

And  live  upon  my  God. 

Ver.  50. 

.3  This  is  the  comfort  I  enjoy 

When  new  diilrcfs  begins  : 
I  read  thy  word,  I  ran  thy  way. 

And  hate  my  former  fins. 

Ver.  92. 

4  Had  not  thy  word  been  my  delight. 
When  earthly  joys  were  fled. 

My  foul,  oppreft  with  forrow's  weight. 
Had  fuiik  amongft  the  dead. 

Ver.  -J. 

5  I  know  thy  judgments.  Lord,  are  right, 
Tho*  they  may  feem  kx^xt  ', 


The 


P  S  A  L  M    CXIX.         241 

The  iharpeft  fufPrings  I  endure 
Flow  from  thy  faithful  care, 

Ver.  e-j, 

6  Before  I  knew  thy  chaft'ning  rod. 

My  feet  were  apt  to  ftray  ; 
But  now  I  learn  to  keep  thy  word. 

Nor  wander  from  thy  way. 

PSALM     CXIX.  Fi/teend  P^rU 

Holy  refolution. 
Ver.  ^2>^ 

1  /^  That  thy  ftatutes,  ev'ry  hour, 

%^     Might  dwell  upon  my  mind  !  >  - 

Thence  I  derive  a  quick'ning  pow'r. 
And  daily  peace  I  find. 

Ver.  15,  16. 

2  To  meditate  thy  precepts.  Lord, 
Shall  be  my  fweet  employ  ; 

My  foul  Ihall  ne'er  forget  thy  word. 
Thy  word  is  all  my  joy. 

Ver.  32. 

3  How  would  I  run  in  thy  commandsj, 
if  thou  my  heart  difcharge 

From  fm  and  fatan's  hateful  chains. 
And  fet  my  feet  at  large  ! 

Ver.  13,46. 

4  My  lips  with  courage  ihall  declare 
^1  hy  itatutes  and  thy  name  ; 

I  ]}.  fpeak  thy  word,  tho'  kings  fhould  hear. 
Nor  yield  to  Jinful  fh^me. 

Ver.  61,  6g,  70. 

5  Let  bands  of  perfecutcrs  rife 
To  rob  me  of  my  right, 

W  Let 


242  P  S  A  L  M     CXIX, 

Let  priae  and  malice,  forge  their  lies. 
Thy  law  is  my  delight. 

Ver.  115. 

6  Depart  from  ms,  ye  wicked  race, 

V/hofe  hands  and  hearts  are  ill  ] 
Hove  my  God,  1  love  his  ways. 

And  muft  obey  his  will. 

PSALM     CXIX.     Sixteenth   Pan, 

Prayer  for  quickening  grace » 
Ver.  25,    37. 

1  T\/J"  Y  foul  lies  cleaving  to  the  duft  ; 
IVi     Lord,  give  me  life  divine  ; 

From  vain  deiires  and  ev^ry  liift 
Turn  off  thcfe  Qyts  of  mine. 

2  I  need  the  infi'ence  of  thy  grace 
To  fpeed  me  in  nsy  way, 

Left  I  Ihould  loiter  in  my  race. 
Or  turn  my  feet  allray 

Ver.  107. 

5  When  fore  a^.if^ions  prefs  me  down, 

I  need  rhy  quick'ning  pow'rs  ; 
TJoy  word  which  I  have  rdfied  oa 

Shall  help  my  heav'eft  hours. 

Ver.   156,  40, 

4  Are  not  thy  mercies  ibv'reign  ftilU 

And  thou  a  faithful  Gon  ? 
Wilt  thou  not  grant  me  warmer  zeal 

To  run  the  heav'niy  road  ? 

Ver.   159,  40. 

^  Does  ret  my  heart  thy  precepts  love. 
And  long  to  fee  thy  face  I 

And 


P  S  A  L  M     eXIX.  243 

And  yet  how  flow  my  fpirirs  move 
Without  eniiv'ning  grace  I 

Ver.    93. 

6  Then  (hall  I  love  thy  gofpel  mors^, 

And  ne'er  forget  thy  word, 
When  I  have  felt  its  quick'ning  pow'r 

To  draw  me  near  the  Lc^d. 

PSALM     CXIX.     Se-ventemth  Part. 

Courage  and  perfg<verance     under   -perfecHtion  \    or^ 
grace  jhining  in  difficulties  and  trials, 

Ver.  i43>  28. 
f  YX  r  HEN  pain  and  anguifh  felze  me,  Lord> 

VV       -^^i  ^7  fupport  is  from  thy  word  ; 
My  foul  diffolves  for  hcaviacfs  ; 
Uphold  me  with  thy  fcrength'aing  grace. 

Ver.  51,  69,   no. 

«  The  proud  have  fram*d  their  fcoffi  and  iiesj 
They  watch  my  feet  with  env'ous  eyes^ 
And  tempt  my  foul  te  fnares  and  fm  ; 
Yet  thy  commands  I  ne-'er  decline. 

Ver.   161,  73. 

3  They  hate  me.  Lord,  -without  a  caufe^ 
They  hate  to  fee  me  love  thy  laws  ; 
But  I  will  truft  and  fear  thy  name, 
Till  pride  and  malice  die  with  ihame. 

PSALM     CXIX.       Laji  Part. 
SarMiJlsd  affii£tlsns  ;    or,  delight    in   the  ixord  of 
God. 
Ver.     Ki-jy  59. 

I   1?  A  T  -H  E  P.,  I  blefs  thy  gentle  hand  5 

^5/    Hov/  kind  v/as  thy  chailizing  rod, 
"Which  forc'd  my  confcience  to  a  Hand, 
And  brc'Jight  my  wand'ring  foul  to  God. 

'    W  3  '  2  Feoliil% 


244  P  S  A  L  M       CXX, 

2  FGolirh  and  vain  I  went  aUray, 
E'er  I  had  feit  thy  fcourges.  Lord, 
I  left  my  guide,  and  lofl  my  way. 
But  now  I  iove  and  keep  thy  word. 

Ver.     71. 

5  'Tis  good  for  me  to  wear  the  yoke. 
For  pride  is  apt  to  rife  and  fwell  ; 
'Tis  good  to  bear  ray  Father's  ilroke. 
That  I  might  learn  his  ftatutes  weii. 

Ver.     72. 

4  The  law  which  ilTues  from  thy  mouth 
Shall  raife  my  chtarful  paffions  more 
Than  all  the  treafures  of  the  South y 
Or  Wejhrn  hills  of  golden  ore, 

Ver.    73. 

5  Thy  hands  have  made  my  mortal  frame". 
Thy  fpirit  form'd  my  foal  within  ; 
Teach  me  to  know  thy  wond'rous  nsme. 
And  guard  me  fafe  from  death  and  fin, 

Ver.     74. 

6  Then  all  who  lore  and  fear  the  Lord, 
At  my  falvati^n  fhall  rejoice  : 

For  I  have  hoped  in  thy  word. 
And  made  thy  grace  my  only  choice. 

P  S  A  L  M      CXX. 

Ccmplaini   of  quarrelftme    neighbsurs  ;   or,  a   dc'- 

<vout  iJuiJbfor  peace* 
1   ^~r^  H  O  U  God  of  love,  thoa  ever-blefl;„ 

X.        Pity  my  fufr'ring  iiate  ; 
When  wilt  thou  fet  m.y  foul  at  reil 
From  lips  whi-ch  love  deceit  f 

z  Hard  lot  of  mine  !   my  days  are  cati 
Among  the  fons  of  ilrife, 

Whofe 


PSALM   cxxr.-    245 

Whofe  never-ceafing  brawlings  wafle 
My  golden  hours  of  life. 

^  O  1  might  I  fiy  to  change  my  place. 

How  vvoi^id  I  choofs  to  dwell 
In  fome  wild  ionefome  wildernefs. 

And  leave  thefe  gates  of  hell  ! 

4  Peace  is  the  Lleiung  which  I  feek-. 
How  level/  are  its  charms.! 

1  am  for  peace  ;  but  when  I  fpeak. 

They  dl  declare  for  arms, 

5  New  paiTions  ftill  their  fowls  engage^ 
And  keep  their  malice  firong  : 

What  (hail  be  done  to  curb  thy  rage, 
O  thoa  devouring  tongue  f 

6  Should  burning  arrows  fmite  thee  thro'" 
Strici  juHice  would  approve  ; 

But  I  had  rather  fpare  my  foe. 
And  melt  his  heart  with  love, 

PSALM     CXXI.     LcngMetreV 

3   T  T  ?  to  the  hills  I  lift  mine  eyes, 

\j   Th'  eternal  hills  beyond  the  ikies  ! 
Thence  all  ker  help  my  foul  derives  ; 
There  my  almighty  refuge  fives. 

2  He  lives,  the  everhH.ing  G©d, 

Wao  built  the  v/orld,  '.vhofpread  the  Hood;, 
The  heav'ns  with  all  thc-ir  hofcs  he  made. 
And  the  dark  regions  of  the  dead. 

3  He  guides  our  feet,  he  guards  our  way  % 
His  morning  fmiles  blefs  all  the  day, 
Hefpreads  the  ev'niog  veil,  and  keeps 
The  fileat  houis  while  Ifr^el  fieeps. 

4  IfrWi  a  cams  divinely  bleU:, 
May  rife  fscure,  fecurely  reil  5 

W  %  Thf 


f4^        F  S  A  L  M     CXXL 

Thy  holy  Gaard'an's  wakeful  eyes 

Admit  no  flumber  nor  farprife. 

5  No  fun  fhall  faiite  thy  head  by  day. 
Nor  the  pale  moon  with  fickly  ray 
Shall  blaft  thy  couch  :  no  baleful  liar 
Dart  his  malignant  fire  fo  far. 

6  Should  earth  and  hell  with  malice  burn>. 
Still  thou  (halt  go,  and  ilill  return. 

Safe  in  the  Lord  ;  his  heav'niy  care 
Defends  thy  life  from  ev'ry  fnare. 

7  On  thee  foul  fplrits  have  no  pow'r  ;, 
And  in  thy  lall  departing  hour. 
Angels,  who  trace  the  airy  road. 
Shall  bear  thee  homeward  to  thy  God. 

PSALM     CXXL     Common  Metre* 

Pre/er'vation  by  day  and  night, 

1  ^TT^  O  heaven  I  lift  my  waiting  eyes  : 

X,        There  all  my  hopes  are  laid. 
The  Lord  who  built  the  earth  and  fkies,. 
Is  my  perpet'al  aid. 

2  Their  feet  fhali  never  Aide  to  fall. 
Whom  he  defiens  to  keep  ; 

His  ear  attends  the  fofteft  call  ; 
His  eyes  can  never  lleep. 

3  He  will  fuflain  our  weakefl  powVs 
With  his  almighty  arm  ; 

And  watch  our  moil  unguarded  hours 
Againll  iurpriiing  harm. 

4  T/tV/  rejoice,  and  reft  fecure  ; 
Thy  keeper  is  the  Lord  ; 

His  wakeful  eyes  employ  his  pow*r 
For  thine  eternal  guard. 

5  Nor  fcorching  fun,  nor  fickly  moon. 
Shall  have  his  leave  to  fmite  i 


PSALM     CXXI.     247 

He  (hields  thy  head  from  burning  noon. 
From  blafting  damps  at  night. 

6  He  guards  thy  foul,  he  keeps  thy  breathy 

Where  thickeft  dangers  come  ; 
Go,  and  return  fecure  from  death, 

'Till  God  commands  thee  home, 

PSALM      CXXL 

G&d  our  pre  fewer, 

\j      From  God  is  all  my  aid  : 
The  God  who  built  the  ikies. 
And  earth  and  nature  made  i 

God  is  the  tow'r 

To  which  I  fly  ; 

His  grace  is  nigh 

In  ev'ry  hour. 

2  My  feet  Ihall  never  Aide, 
And  fall  in  fatal  fnares. 
Since  God  my  guard  and  guide* 
Defend  me  irom  my  fears* 

Thofe  wakeful  eyes 

Which  never  ileep. 

Shall  IjVel  keep 

When  dangers  rife» 

5  No  burning  heats  by  day. 
Nor  blaih  ofev'ningair 
Shall  takfe  my  health  away,. 
If  God  be  with  me  there  ;: 

Thou  art  my  fun. 

And  thou  my  fhade,. 

To  guard  my  head 

By  night  or  noon. 

4  Haft  thou  aot  giv*n  thy  worc3 

To  :ave  my  foul  from  death  \ 

A'' a  I  can  trail  my  Lord 

To  keep  my  maxEai  bxeat^_  |'|^ 


248       PSALM    CXXII? 

I'll  go  and  coni3. 
Nor  fear  to  die, 
'Till  from  on  high 
Thou  call  me  home. 

P  S  A  L  M     CXXII.     Common  Metre.- 

Goiug   io  church^ 

t  TT  O  W  did  my  heart  rejoice  to  hear 

J[  J^     My  friends  devoutly  fay, 
hi  Z'lQH  let  us  all  appea/y 

And  keep  the  folemn  dtij  ? 

2  I  love  hsr  gates,  I  love  the  road  : 
The  church  adorn'd  with  grace. 

Stands  like  a  palace  built  for  God, 
To  ihew  his  milder  face. 

3  Up  to  her  courts  with  joys  unknown^ 
The  holy  tribes  repair  ; 

The  Son  o^Da^nd  holds  his  throne. 
And  fits  in  judgment  there. 

4  He  haars  our  praifes  aad  complaint*- 
And,  while  his  awful  voice 

Divides  the  fmners  from  the  faints^ 
We  tremble  and  rejoice, 

5  Peace  be  within  this  facred  place. 
And  joy  a  coiitlant  gueft  1 

With  holy  gii'cs  and  heav'nly  grace 
Be  her  aeteadants  bleii  1 

6  My  foul  Ihali  pray  for  Zizv.  iliH, 
While  life  or  brsash  remains  ; 

Tharc  my  bell  frieiids,  my  kindred  dwell  : 
There  God,  my  Saviour  reigns. 


PSALM 


PSALM    CXXII.    CXXIII.    249 

P  S  A  L  Pd       CXXII. 

Goi?ig  to   church. 

1  TT  ^  ^^  pleis'd  and  bieft  was  I 
XjL     To  hear  the  people  cry. 

Come,  1st  us  feck  our  God  to  day  ; 

Yes,  with  a  cl  ;c..  ^-1  zeal. 

We  hade  to  Z-,^  s  i-ll. 
And  there  our  vov/s  ^nd  honors  pay. 

2  Z/o;^,  ihrice  happy  place  1 
Adom'd  with  wond'rous  grace, 

Jlnd  walls  of  ftrength  embrace  thee  round  5 

In  thee  our  tribes  appear. 

To  pray  and  praife  and  hear 
The  facre'd  gofpel's  joyful  found. 

3  Tkere  Dd'vid'a  greater  Soa 
Has  fix'd  his  royal  throne, 

~He  fits  for  grace  and  judgment  there  i 

He  bids  the  faints  be  glad, 

A  ad  makes  the  fmner  fad. 
And  humble  fouls  rejoice  with  fear, 

4  May  peace  attend  thy  gate. 
And  joy  within  thee  wait 

T©  blels  the  foul  of  ev'ry  guefl ! 

The  man  who  feeks  thy  peace, 

^nd  wifhes  thine  increaie, 
A  thoufand  bleiSngs  on  him  reit  ! 

5  My  tongue  repeats  her  vows. 
Peace  to  this  /acred  hottfe  ! 

For  there  Wiy  friends  and  kindred  dwell  5 

And  fince  my  glor'ous  God 

Makes  thee  his  blefl  abode. 
My  foul  lliall  ever  love  thee  well  ! 

PSALM     CXXIIL 
Pleading   K'^itb fiibmij/ton. 
I    /^  Thoa  whofe  grace  and  jaftice  reign 

Enthron'd  above  the  Udes,  T© 


250    P  S  A  L  M      CXXIV. 

To  thee  our  hearts  would  tell  their  paln;^ 
To  thee  we  lift  our  eyes  ! 

2  As  fervants  watch  their  mailer's  hand. 
And  fear  tiie  angry  ftroke  ; 

Or  maids  before  their  iniilrefs-ftaad. 
And  wait  a  peaceful  look  : 

3"  So,  for  our  fms,  we  juRly  feel 

Tny  difcipline,  O  God  ; 
Yet  wait  the  gracious  mcment  ftiil, 

'Till  thou  remove  thy  red. 

4.  Thofe  who  in  v/ealth  and  pleafurc  live; 

Oar  daily  groans  deride  ; 
And  tky  delays  of  mercy  give 

Frefh  courage  to  their  pride. 

£  Our  foes  infult  us,  but  our  hopfr 

In  thy  compaffi^jn  lies  ; 
This  thour>ht  fhall  bear  our  fpirits  upy 

That  God  will  not  defpife. 

P  S  A  L  M      CXXIV. 

A  Jong  for  the  ^th  £/^No7ember. 

9  J[T  A  D  not  the  Lord,  mar  Ifrel  fay, 

J~^  Had  not  the  Lord  maintain'd  our  iii^r 
When  men,  to  make  our  lives  a  pr«?y, 
Rofe  like  the  fweliing  of  the  tide  : 

3  The  fweliing  tide  had  ftopt  our  breath, 
S*  iieiceiy  did  tkc  waters  roll. 

We  had  been  fwallow'd  deep  in  death  ; 
Pioiid  waters  had  o'erwhelm'd  our  foul. 

3  We  leap  for  joy,  we  (hout  and  fing> 
Who  juft  efcap'd  the  fatal  f.roke  ; 
So  flies  the  bird,  with  chearfui  wing, 
When  ©nee  the  fowler's  £nare  is  broke. 

A.  For  ever  blcHed  be  the  Lord, 
Who  broke  the  fowler'3  curfed  fnare, 

W>.^ 


PSALM    €XXY.      252 

Who  fav'd  us  from  the  luur^'ring  iVord, 
And  made  our  lives  and  fouls  his  care. 

5  Our  help  ie  in  Jehovch's  name. 
Who  form'd  the  earth  snd  built  'the  ikies  ; 
He  who  upholds  that  vYond'rous  framg. 
Guards  his  own  church  with  watchful  eyes. 

PSALM     CKXV,     Commsn  Metre. 

T^s  faints  trial  and  fafety . 

1  T  T  N  S  HA  K  E  N  as  the  facred  hill, 

\J      And  Hrm  as  mountains  be. 
Firm  as  a  rock  the  ibul  fhali  reil. 
Who  leans,  O  Lard,  on  thee. 

2  Nat  walls  nor  hills  could  guard  fo  well 
Old  Salsm's  happy  ground. 

As  thcfe  eternal  arms  of  love. 
Which  ev'xy  faint  furround. 

'3  While  tyrants  are  a  fmarting  fcourge  A 

To  drive  them  near  to  God, 
Pivine  companion  does  allay 

The  fury  of  the  rod. 

4  Deal  gently.  Lord,  with  fouls  iGncere, 
And  lead  them  fafely  on 

To  the  bright  gates  of  paradife. 
Where  Chrift  their  Lord  is  goae.    - 

5  But  if  we  trace  thofe  wicked  ways 
Which  the  old  ferpent  drew. 

The  wrath  which  drove  hira  firfl:  to  hell 
Shall  fmite  his  foU'wers  too. 

P  S  A  L  M^  CXXV.       Short  Metre. 

^hs faint's  trial  and  fafety  ;  or,   moderated  affiic* 


I   "ITS  I  R  M  and  unmov'd  are  they 
Jj      V/ho  reit  their  fouls  on  God  ; 


FIfim 


252      PSALM    CXXVL 

Firm  as  the  mount  where  Dwvld  dwelt. 
Or  where  the  ark  abode. 

2  As  mountains  Hood  to  guard  . 
The  city's  fr.cred  ground, 

iSo  God  and  his  almighty  love 
Embrace  his  faints- around. 

3  What,  tbo'  the  Father's  rod 
Drop  a  chaTciring  flroke  t 

Yet,  left  it  wound  their  fouls  tco  deep. 
Its  fury  fhall  be  broke. 

4  Deal^  gently.  Lord,  with  thofe 
Whofe  faith  and  pious  fear, 

Whofe  hope,  and  love,  and  cv'ry  grace 
ProclaiiYj  their  hearts  fmcere. 

5  Nor  (hall  the  tyrant^s  rage 
Too  10i>g  opprefs  the  faint  ; 

The  God  of //r*^/ will  fupport 
His  children,  left  they  faint  ; 

6  But  if  our  flavifti  fear 
Will  chufe  the  road  to  hell. 

We  muft  expcfl  our  portion  there. 
Where  bolder  fmners  dwell. 

PSALM       CXXVL       Long  Metre. 

Surprijitig    Deli-verance. 

1  "^T  7  H  E  N  God  reftor'd  our  captive  ftate, 

VV    J*^y  ^^s  our  fong,  and  grace  our  theme 
The  grace  beyond  our  hopes  fo  great. 
That  joy  appear  d  a  painted  dream. 

2  The  fcofFer  owns  thy  hand,  and  pays 
Unwilling  honors  to  thy  name  ; 

While  we  with  plsafures  ftiout  thy  praife. 
With  chearful  notes  thy  love  proclaim. 

3  When  we  review  oar  difmal  fears, 
'Twas  hard  to  think  they'd  var>ifli  fo  ; 
With  God  we  left  our  flowing  tears. 

He  makes  our  joys  like  rivers  flow.  4  The 


P  S  A  L  M     CXXVL       25^3 

4  The  raan  who  in  his  furrow'd  field. 
His  fcatter'dieedwith  fadnefs  leaves. 
Will  fnout  to  fee  theharyefl:  yield 
A  welcome  load  of  joyful  {heaves. 

PSALM    CXXVI.     Coffiinon  Metre. 

The  joy  efa  remarkahk  con'uerjion  ;  or,    melancholy 
remo'-ved, 

HEN  God  reveal'd  his  gracious  name 
And  chang'd  my  mournful  ilate. 
My  rapture  feem'd  a  pleafmg  dream. 
The  grace  appear'd  fo  great. 

2  The  world  beheld  the  glor'ou's  change. 
And  did  thy  hand  confefs  : 

My  tongue  broke  out  in  unknown  ilrains, 
Kno.  fang  furprifing  grace. 

3  Great  is  the  ^^vork,  my  neighbours  cry'd, 
Andown'dthy  pow'r  divine  ; 

Great  is  the^juorky  my  heart  reply 'd, 
J?><i  he  the  glory  thine, 

14  The  Lord  can  clear  the  darkell  ikies, 

i     Can  give  us  day  for  night, 

JMake  drops  of  facred  f©rrow  rife 

'     To  rivers  of  delight. 

^  - 

5  Let  thofe  v^ho  fow  in  fadnefs,  wait 

'Till  the  fair  harveil  come  ; 

They  fhall  confefs  their  iheaves  are  great. 

And  fiiout  the  bleilings  home. 

5  Tho'  feed  lie  bury'd  long  in  dull, 
I    It  ihan't  deceive  their  hope  ! 
The  precious  grain  can  ne'er  be  luir, 
f^or  grace  infures  the  crop. 


X  PSALM 


^54      PSALM     CXXVir. 

PSALM      CXXVri.    Long   Metre. 

The  hlejiiig  of  God  en  the    bujlnefs    and  comforts  of 
Ufe. 

1  "T  F  Geo  fucceed  not  ;  all  the  coft 

j|_  And  pains  to  build  the  houtb  are  loll: : 
If  God   the  city  will  not  keep. 
The  watchful  guards  as  well  may  fleep. 

2  What  if  you  rife  before  the  fun. 
And  work  and  toil  when  day  is  done. 
Careful  and  fparing  eat  your  bread. 
To  fhim  that  poverty  you  dread  ? 

3  'Tis  all  in  vain  'till  God  hath  bleft  ; 
He  can  make  rich,  yet  give  us  reft  ; 
Children  and  friends  are  bleffings  too. 
If  God  our  fov'reign  makes  them  fo. 

4  Happy  the  man  to  whom  he  fends 
Obed'dnt  children,  faithful  friends  1 
How  fvveet  cur  daily  comforts  prove 
When  they  are  feafon'd  with  his  love. 

P  S  A  L  M     CXXVII.     Common   Metre. 

God  All  in  All. 

F    God  to  build   tire  houfe  deny. 
The  builders  work  in  vain  ; 
And  towns,  without  his  wakeful  eye,    , 
An  ufelefs  watch  maintain. 

3  Before  the  morning  beams  arife. 

Your  painful  work  renew  ; 
And  till  the  ftars  afcead  the  ikies. 

Your  tireibme  toil  purfue. 

3  Short  be  your  fleep,  and  coarfc  your  fare. 
In  vain,  'till  God  has  bleft  ; 

But  if  his  fmiles  attend  your  care. 
You  Ihall  have  food  and  reft. 

4  Nor  children,  relatives,  nor  friends 

Shall  real  bleffings  prove.  Nor 


PSALM    CXXVIII.  CXXIX.  255 

Nor  all  the  earthly  joys  he  fends. 
If  fent  without  his  iove. 

P  S  A  L  ,M      CXXVIII. 

Family    hlejjlngs, 

%    f^  Happy  man  whofe  foul  is  filiM 
\J     ¥/ith  zeal  and  rev'rend  awe  ! 

His  lips  to  God  their  honors  yield. 
His  life  adorns  the  law. 

2  A  careful  providence  fhall  ftan^ 

And  ever  guard  thy  head. 
Shall  on  the  labors  of  thy  hand 

Its  kindly  bleffings  ilied. 

-3  Thy  wife  fhall  be  a  fruitful  vine  ; 

Thy  children  round  thy  board. 
Each  like  a  plant  of  honor  fnine. 

And  learn  to  fear  the  Lord. 

4  The  Lord  fnall  thy  befl  hopes  ful?.! 
For  months  and  years  tb  come  ; 

The  Lord,  who  dwells  on  Zisn's  hill. 
Shall  fend  thee  bleiTings  home. 

5  This  is  the  man  whofe  happy  eyes 
Shall  fee  his  houfe  increafe  ; 

Shall  fee  the  finking  church  arife, 
Then  leave  the  world  in  peace. 

PSALM     CXXIX. 

Perfscutors  funijhei. 

1  T  T  P  from  my  youth,  may  I/r'eK^y,, 

\J      Have  I  been  nurs'd  in  tears  j 
My  griefs  were  conilant  as  the  day. 
And  ted'ous  as  the  years. 

2  Up  from  my  youth  I  bore  the  rage 
Of  all  the  fons  offtrife  ; 

X    z  Gft 


056      PSA  L  M    CXXX. 

Oft  they  aiTail'd  my  riper  age. 
But  not  deftroy'd  my  life. 

3  "Their  crael  plow  had  torn  my  flefliv 
With  furrows  long  and  deep. 

Hourly  they  vcx'd  my  wcunds  afrcHi, 
Nor  let  my  forrows  llcep. 

4  Thz  Lord  grew  angry  oa  his  throne^ 
And,  with  impartial  eye, 

Meafur'd  the  miichiefs  they  had  done. 
And  let  his  arrows  fly. 

5  How  was  their  inrdence  furpris'd 
'To  hear  his  thunders  roll  ! 

And  all  the  foes  of  ZJon  feixM 
With  horror  to  the  foul  ! 

6  Thus  /hall  the  men  who  hate  tlic  faint* 
Be  blafled  from  the  {ky  ; 

Their  glory  fade,  their  courage  faint. 
And  all  their  projeds  die. 

[-/  What  tho'  they  floiiriih  tall  and  fairi 

,Tney  have  no  root  beneath  ; 
Their  growth  fnall  perifh  in  defpair. 

And  lie  defpis'd  in  death.] 

8  [So  corn  which  on  the  houfc-top  ftand^ 

No  hope  of  harvell  gives  ; 
The  reaper  ne'er  (hzll  fill  bis  hands. 
Nor  binder  fold  the  llieaves. 

9  It  fprings  and  withers  on  the  place  ^ 
No  traveller  bellows 

A  word  of  blefliiig  on  the  gr2i{s. 
Nor  minds  it  as  he  goes] 

PSALM     CXXX.     Common  Metre, 

Pardoning  grace. 

J   r\  U  T  of  the  deeps  of  long  diflrefs, 
\J     The  borders  of  defpair. 


PSALM     CXXX.       257 

1  fent  my  cries  to  feek  thy  grace. 
My  groans   to  move  thine  ear. 

2  Great  fGoD,  ihoald  thy  feverer  eye. 
And  thine  impartial  hand 

M'ark  and  revenge  iniquity. 
No  mertal  flefh  could  ilaad. 

3  But-  there  are  pardons  with  my  Ggd 
For  crijsies  of  high  degr@e  ; 

Thy  Son  has  bought  them  with  his  bloc^ 
To  draw  us  near  t©  thee. 

[4  I  wait  for  thy  falvatioa,  Lord, 
,     With  flrong  deiires  I  wait  ; 
My  foul  invited  by  thy  word. 
Stands  watching  at  thy  gate.] 

[5   Jufl  as  the  guards  who  kscp  the  night 

Long  for  the  morning  Ecies, 
V/atch  the  f^rll  beams  of  breaking  light. 

And  meet  them  with  their  eyes  ; 

,6  So  waits  my  foul  t«  fee  thy  grace. 

And,  Kiere  intent  than  they. 
Meets  the  firfi:  ©p'^nings  of  thy  face. 

And  finds  a  brighter  day.] 

7  Then  in  the  Lord  Ut  Ij'r'el  tru^^ 

Let  I/r^el  feck  his  face. 
The  Lord  is  good  as  well  as  jail:. 

And  plent'ous  is  his  grace. 

S  There's  full  redemption  at  his  throne 

For  iingers  long  enflay'd  ; 
The  great  Redeemer  is  his  Son  ; 

And  Ifr'el  ihall  be  fav'd. 

PSALM      CXXX.     Long    Metre. 

Pardoning    grace. 

^ROM  deep  diftrefs  and  troubled  thouglitSj, 
To  thee,  my  God,  I  raife  my  orks : 

X  3  If 


2S^      PSALM    CXXXL 

If  thou  feverely  mark  our  faults, 
.No  fleih  can  Hand  before  thine  eyes. 

2   But  thou  haft  built  thy  throne  of  grace. 
Free  to  difpenfe  thy  pardons  there  ; 
That  finners  may  approach  thy  face. 
And  hope,  and  love,  as  well  as  fear. 

5   As  the  benighted  pilgrims  wait. 
And  long  and-widifor  breaking  day. 
So  waits  my  foul  before  thy  gate  : 
When  will  my  God  his  face  difplay  ? 

4  My  truH  is  fixM  upon  thy  word. 
Nor  (hail  I  truft  thy  word  in  vain  : 
Let  m.ourning  fouls- addrcfs  the  Lord, 
And  find  relief  from  all  their  pain. 

5  Great  is  his  love,  and  large- his  grace-. 
Thro'  the  redemption  of  his  Son  ; 

He  turns  our  feet  from  finful  ways. 
And  pardons  what  our  hands  have  done. 

PSALM     CXXXL 


Humility    and  fuhmijjion. 

1  "T  S  there  ambition  in  my  heart  ? 
J^     Search,  gracious  God,  and  fee  : 

Cr  do  T  aft  a  haughty  part  ? 
Lord,  I  appeal  to  thee. 

2  I  chare'e  my  thoughts,  be  humble  ftill> 
And  all  my  carriage  mild, 

Content,  my  Father,  with  thy  will. 
And  quiet  as  ^  child. 

3  The  patient  foul,  the  lowly  mind 
Shall  hrtve  a  large  reward  ; 

Let  faints  in  for  row  lie  refign'd. 
And  trull  a  faithful  Lord. 


F  s  A  L  lia 


P  5  A  L  M     CXXXTI.      259 

P  S  A  L  M     CXXXIL     Long  Metre. 

Ai  the  fetikmcnt  of  a  church  :  or^  thi  ordination   of 
a  minijier, 

i   -ST  7  HE  RE  Ihall  we  go  to  feek  and  £nd 

yy     An  habitation  for  our  God, 
A  dwelling  for  th'  ererital  mind 
Amongft  the  fons  of  fieih  and  blood  \ 

2  The  God  ci  Jacob  chofe  the  hill 
Oi  Zion,  for  his  ancient  rell  ; 
And  Zion  is  his  dwelling  ilill. 

His  church  is  with  his  preience  blei!. 

3  *'  Here  will  I  fix  my  gracious  throne, 
*'  And  reign  for  ever,"  faith  the  Lord  ; 

*'  Here  fhall  my  pow'r  and  love  be  knowii> 
**   And  bleliings  ihall  attend  my  word. 

4  '*  Here  will  I  meet  the  hungry  poor, 
**  And  fill  their  foals  v^ith  living  bread  ; 
*'  Sinners  who  wait  before  my  door 

*'  With  Aveet  proviiion  fnall  be  fed. 

^  "  Girded  with  truths  and  cloth'd  with  grace* 
*'  My  prieils,  my  minifters  fhali  Ihine  ; 
<«  Not  Aaron  in  his  collly  drefs, 
*'  Made  an  appearance  fodivin*. 

6  '^  The  faints,  unable  to  contain 
*'  Their  inward  joys,  fnall  fhout  and  fing  5 
**  The  Son  ofDa-viii  here  fhall  rsign, 
"  And  Zio/i  triuir.ph  in  her  King. 

[7  "  My  Son  fhall  fee  a  numerous  feed 

*'  Born  hers  t'  uphold  his  glor'oas  name  • 

**  His  crown  uiall  flouritn.  on  his  head, 

*'  While  all  his  foes  are  clothM  with  fhame.'H 

PSALM     CXXXIL     Common   Metre. 
J  church  efiablijhid. 
[l    "^T  O  ^tt'g  nor  ilumber  to  his  eyes 

XlJ      Good  pa^^id  would  afford;,       'TiU 


clGo    p  s  a  l  m    cxxxiii. 

'Till  he  had  found,  below  the  Ikics,, 
A  dwelling  for  the  Lord. 

2  The  Lord  in  Zien  plac'd  kis  name. 
His  ark  was  fettled  there  ; 

To  Zlofi  the  whele, nation  came. 
To  worihip  thri'ce  a  year. 

3  But  we  have  no  fuch  lengths  to  gOy 
Nor  wander  far  abroad  ; 

Where-e'er  thy  faints  afleaable  now. 
There  is  a  houfe  for  God.] 

f    A    u    s    E. 

4  Arife,  O  King  ©f  grace,  arife  ! 
And  enter  to  thy  reft, 

Lo  !   thy  church  waits  with  longing  eyes. 
Thus  to  be  ownM  and  bleft. 

5  Enter  with  all  thy  glQr'ons  train. 
Thy  fj^irit,  and  thy  ward  ; 

All  whici*  the  ark  aid  ance  csatain 
Could  no  fuch  grace  ai"ord. 

6  Here,  mighty  God,  accept  ©ar  vow. 
Here  let  thy  praife  be  fpread  ; 

Blefs  the  provifioas  of  tky  houf«. 
And  fill  thy  poor  witii  bread. 

7  Here  l§c  the  Son  of  Da-vid  rciga, 
Lee  God's  anointed  false  ; 

J«[iic«  »ad  truth  kis  courts  maiataiH> 
With  love  and  pe-vv'r  dirine, 

t  Here  let  him  hold  a  lafling  tferone> 

And  as  his  kingdom  grows, 
Pr«fii  feoa«rs  ftiali  adorn  his  crowa. 

And  fhame  confound  his  foes. 

PSALM     CXXXUL     Comanoa  Metre* 
Brotherly   lo've. 
1    T    O  what  an  entertaining  fight 
Xu     ^re  brethren  wlio  agree,         Brcthreit 


P  S  A  L  M     CXXXIII.      26t 

Brethren,  whofe  chearful  hearts  unite 
la  bonds  of  piety  ! 

2  When  flreams  of  love  from  Chrii'l  the  fpring 
Deicend  to  ev'jy  foul. 

And  heav'nly  peace,  with  balmy  wing. 
Shades  and  bedews  the  whole  : 

3  'Tis  like  the  oil,  divineiv  Iwett, 
On  Aar^n^  rev'rend  h=ad, 

The  trickling  drops  perfuai'd  his  feet. 
And  o'er  his  garments  fprcad. 

4  'Tis  pleafant  as  the  morning  dew» 
Which  fall  on  Zio7i%   hill. 

Where  God  his  mildelt  glory  fiiews. 
And  makes  his  grace  diilil. 

PSALM     CXXXIII.     Short  ?^«trf. 

Communion  of  faints  ;  or,    lo'Vi  and  vjerjhip  in  ^ 
family. 

BLEST  arc  the  fons  of  peac« 
Whofe  hearts  and  hopes  arc  one. 
Whole  kind  defigns  to  ferve  and  pleafe. 
Through  all  their  a<ilions  ran. 

2  Blell  is  the  pious  houfe 
¥/here  zeal  and  friendfhip  meet, 

Their  fongs  of  praife,   fheir  mingled  vows 
Make  their  commun'en  fveet. 

3  Thusj  when  on  Aaron's  head 
They  pour'd  the  ricii  per  fame, 

The  oil  through  all  his  raiment  fpread. 

And  pleafure  fJi'd  tht  room, 
f  Thus  on  the  heav'njy  hills. 

The  faints  are  bieit  above, 
Wh^re  joy  like  morning  d^vv  diflils, 

a4.ad  all  tht  air  is  love. 

PSALM 


a62  PSALM  CXXXIII.  CXXXIV, 

PSALM     CXXXIII. 

The  bkjp.ngs  'of  frie:icljhip. 

X    T  T  O  W  pli^alant  'tis  to  fee 
Xi     Kindred  and  friends  agree. 

Each  i;i  their  proper  ftation  move. 
And  each  fulfil  their  part 
With  fympathifmg  heart, 

In  all  the  cares  of  life  and  love  \ 

«  'Tis  like  the  ointment  fhed 

On  Aaron 'i,  facred  head, 
•Divineiy  rich,  divinely  fweet  ; 

The  cil  thrc'::gh  all  the  room 

Dilfus'd  a  choice  perfume, 
Han  through  his  robes  and  bleft  his  feef, 

3  Like  fruitful  fliovv'rs  of  rain 

Which  water  ail  the  plain, 
Defcending  from  the  neighboring  hills  ; 

Such  ilreams  of  pleafure  roll 

Through  ev'ry  friendly  fcal. 
Where  love  like  heav'nly  de»\'  diftila. 

P  S  A  fe  M     CXXXIV. 

Daily  and  nightly  de-'votion, 

E  who  obey  th'  immortal  King, 
Attend  his  holy  place. 
Bow  to  the  glories  of  his  pow'r. 
And  blefs  hi»  wond'rous  grace. 

2  Lift  up  your  hands  by  morning  light. 
And  fend  your  fouls  on  high  ; 

Raife  your  admiring  thoughts  by  night 
Above  the  ilarry  fky. 

3  The  God  Q^Zion  chears  your  hearts 
With  rays  cfquick'ning  grace  ; 

The  God  vvl.o  fpread  theheav'ns  abroad. 
And  rules  the  fwelling  fcas. 

P  S  A  L  M 


PSALM     CXXXV.       263 

PSALM    CXXXV.  F^r/  Part.  Long  Metre. 

'T'hg  church  is  Gad's    houj'e  and  care, 
1   Tl  R  A  I  S  E  ye  the  Lord  ;  exalt  his  name? 


While  in  his  holy  courts  ye  wait, 
'Ye  faints,  who  to  his  houfc  belong. 
Or  fland  attendini^  at  his  pate. 

2  Praife  ye  the  Lord  ;  the  Lord  is  good  ; 
To  praife  his  name  is  fweet  employ  ; 
Ifr'el  he  chofe  of  old  ;  and  Hill  " 

Kis  church  is  his  pecul'ar  joy. 

3  The  Lord  himfelf  will  jud2;e  his  faints  : 
He  treats  his  fervants  as  his  friends  ; 
And  when  he  hears  their  fore  complaints. 
Repents  the  forrows  which  he  fends. 

4.  Thro'  ev'ry  age  the  Lord  declares 
His  name,  and  breaks  th'  opprefibr's  rod 
He  gives  his  faiF'ring  fervants  reil:. 
And  will  be  known  ih'  Almighty  God. 

5^  Blefs  ye  the  Lord,  who  tafte  his  love. 
People  and  priefls  exalt  his  name  : 
Amongil  his  faints  he  ever  dwells  : 
His  church  is  his  Jerufale-m. 

P   S   A  L  M      CXXXV.       Second    Pari. 

^he  ivorks  »f   creation,    prc-jidence,    redemption    of 

IfraeL  o-nd  dejlmciion  of  enemies. 

1  g""^  R  E  A  T  is  the  Lord,  exalted  high, 
\jj  Above  all  pow'rs  and  ev'ry  throne  ,; 

What-e'er  he  pleafe  in  earth  or  fea. 
Or  heav'n,  or  hell,  his  hand  hath  done. 

2  At  his  command  the  vapours  rife. 
The  light'nings  fiaih,  the  thunders  roar. 
He  pours  the  rain,  he  brings  the  wind 
And  tcinpeft,  from  his  airy  ilore. 

'Twas 


Q.H     P  S  A  L  U      CXXXV. 

3  'Twas  he  thofe  dreadful  tokens  fent, 
O  Egypt  !  thro'  thy  fiubbora  land  ; 
When  all  thy  firft  feorn,  beafts  and  men. 
Fell  dead  by  his  avenging  hand. 

4  What  mighty  nations,  mighty  kings 
He  flew,  and  their  whole  country  o:ave 
To  Ij'r'ely  whom  his  hand  redeem'd. 
No  aiore  to  be  proud  Pharaoh^s  flave  ! 

5  His  pow'r  the  fame,  the  fnme  his  grace, 
who  fsvcs  us  from  the  hofls  of  hell  ; 
And  heav'n  he  gives  us  to  pofTefs, 
Whence  thofe  apoftate  angels  hW, 

PSALM     CXXXV.      Common  Metre. 
Praife  dut  to  Gody  not  to  idols. 

1      A   Vv''  A  K  E,  ye  faints,  to  praife  your  King, 
X\     Yourf-A'ceteil  paiTions  raife. 

Your  pious  pleafure,  while  you  iing, 
Incresfmg  with  the  praife. 

e  Great  is  the  Lord  ;  and  works  unknowa 

Are  his  divine  employ  ; 
But  itili  his  faints  are  near  his  throne. 

His  treafuie  and  his  joy. 

^  Heav'n,  earth,  andfea  confefs  his  hand  ; 

He  bids  the  vapours  rife  ; 
Lightning  and  ftorm  at  his  command 

Sweep  through  the  founding  f^ies. 

4-  All  pow'r  which  gods  or  kings  have  claimed 

Is  found  with  him  alone  ; 
But  heathen  gods  fhould  ne'er  be  nam'd 

Where  our  Jehovah's  known. 

If  Which  of  the  (locks  or  Hones  they  truft 

Can  give  them  fnovv'rs  cvfrain  ? 
In  vain  they  worfnip  glitt'ring  duft. 

And  prty  to  gold  in  vain  ! 

[6  Their 


P  S  A  L  M     CXXXVI.      265 

[6  Their  gods  have  torxguas  which  cannot  talk. 

Such  as  ckeir  makers  gave  : 
Their  feet  were  nt'tr  delign'd  to  walk  ; 
Nor  hands  have  pow'r  to  fave. 

7  Blind  are  their  eyes^  their  ears  are  deaf, 
Nor  hear  when  mortals  pray  ; 

Mcrtalss  who  wait  for  their  relief. 
Are  blind  and  deaf  as  they.] 

8  Ke--w- England,  know  thy  living  GoDj^ 
Serve  him  with  faith  and  fear  ; 

He  makes  thy  churches  his  abode. 
And  claims  thine  honors  there. 

P  S  A  L  M*  CXXXVI.  Common  Metre. 

Goers  ivonciers  of  creatian,  prc^uiJence,    redetuption 
of  Ifraely  and  fal'vation  of  his  people, 

I    g"^  J  V  E  thanks  to  God  the  fov'reign  Lord^ 

\_jr      -SVj  mercies  fill  endure  i' 
And  be  the.  King  of  kings  ador'd  : 
His  truth  is  ever  fur e. 

■s  What  u'onders  hath  his  wifdcm  done  \ 

H'O'-jj  mighty  is  his  hand  ! 
Heav'n,  eferth,  and  \ts^  he  fram'd  alone, 

Ho^jj  ^jjtde  is  his  command  ! 

3  The  {\ixi  fapplies  the  day  with  light, 

Ho-uj  crigbt  bis  cCT.nJ els  fine  ! 
"Tlx^  moon  and  ilars  adorn  the  night  : 
His  -(.vorks  are  all  di-vine. 

[4  He  fcruck  the  Tons  c^  E7\-pi  dead, 
How^dreadfj.l  is  his  rod  ! 
nd  thence  with  icy  his  people  led  : 
Ho^j  gracious  ::  cz-rr  QoTi   I 

)  He  cleft  the  f^-'elling  fea  in  two  ; 
His  arm  is  great  in  might, 

y     •  And 


i66      PSALM     CXXXVI. 

And  gave  the  tribes  a  paffkge  through  ; 
His  ^race  and ponv^r  unite, 

6  But  Fba*-aoh^s  army  there  he  drown'd  ; 
Ho-iv  glorious  are  his  ivays  ! 

And  brought  his  faints  thro'  de^irt  ground  : 
Eternal  be  his  praife. 

7  Great  monarchs  fell  he:scath  his  hand  ; 
ViStor''ous  is  his  fivord  ; 

While  Ij^ehooli  the  promis'd  land  : 
And  faithful  is  his  ivord.  ] 

8  He  faw  the  nations  dead  in  fin  ; 
He  felt  his  pity  monje  ; 

How  fad  the  ftate  ir^^  world  was  ki  ! 
No^jj  boundlefs  •Tj:as  his  lonjt  ! 

9  He  fent  to  favc  us  from  our  woe. 
His  goodr.efs  nenjer  fails  ! 

From  death  and  heli,  and  ev'ry  fos  ; 
And  fill  his  grace  pre'vails. 

10  Give  thanks  to  God,  the  heav'niy  King  j 

His  mercies  JllV.  endure y 
Let  the  whole  earth  his  praifes  fing  : 
His  truth  is  e^er  fure. 

PSALM      CXXXVL 
1    iT^  IVE  thanks  to  God  mofl  high, 

\^X  '^^'^  univerfal  Lord, 
The  ibv'reign  King  of  kings. 
And  be  his  grace  ^dor'd. 

His  poi'j^r  and  grace 

Ark  fill  the  fa?ne  ; 

And  let  his  name 

Ha've  endlefs  praife. 

z  How  mighty  is  his  hand  ! 

What  wonders  hath 'he  done  1 

He  form'd  the  -earth  and  feas. 

And  fpread  the  heav'ns  alone.  Th^ 


P  S  A  L  M     CXXXYL 


^'- 


Thy  mercy  i  Lord, 
Shall  Ji ill  endure  ; 
And  e'-ver  furs 
Abides  thy  tvord. 

3  His  wifddm  framed  the  fun 
To  crown  the  day  with  light  ; 
The  moon  and  twinkling  flais.. 
To  chear  the  darkfome  night. 

His  ponjo''r  a7id  grace 

Are  ft  ill  the  fame  ; 

And  let  his  name  . 

Have  endlefs praife* 

[4  He  fmote  the  firft  born  fons. 
The  flow'r  of  Egypt,  dead  ; 
And  thence  his  chofen  tribes 
V/ith  joy  and  glory  led. 

^hy  mercy t  Lord, 

Shall  fill  endure  ', 

And  e^uer  fure 

Abides  thy  ^Mord. 

5  His  pow'r  and  lifted  rod 
Cleft  the  red  fea  in  two  ; 
hx)A  for  his  people  made 

A  wond*roH3  pafiage  through. 
His  ponv^r  and  grace 
Are  fill  the  fame  ; 
And  let  his  name 
Ha've  endlefs praife. 

6  But  cruel  Pharaoh  there 
With  all  his  hoA  he  drown' d  ; 
And  brought  his  If  el  fafe 
Through  a  long  defart  ground. 

^hy  mercy t  Lord, 
Shall  fill  endure  ; 
And  e'ver  fure 
Afides  thy  <vjord. 

Y  z  Pause 


263     P  S  A  L  M     CXXKVL 

Pause. 

J  The  Km^s  of  C  Vfinan  fell 
Beneath  his  dreadful  band  ; 
While  his  own  fervants  toolc 
Po/TelTion  of  their  land. 

His  tio'vir  and  p-mce 

j^re  Jiill  the  Jo.me  ', 

And  1st  b  's  natr.e 

Have  endU/s  pytiife.^ 

8  He  faw  the  nations  lie 
All  periiiilng  in  (ifit 
And  pity'd  the  fad  iiate 
The  ruiu'd  world  was  in. 

Thy  mercy  y   Lord, 
Shall  Jiill  endure  ; 
And  ever  furs 
Abides  thy  ^j^ord. 

9  He  fent  his  only  Sott 
To  fave  ua  from  our  woe. 
From  fatan,   fm  and  death ,. 
And  ev'ry  hurtful  foe^ 

His  poiv'r  ar.d  grace 
Arejfill  the  fame  ; 
And.  let  his  nanu 
Ha've  endlcfs  praife. 

TO  Give  thanks  aloud  to  Goa^, 
To  God  the  heavenly  King  ;. 
And  let  the  fpaciou.s  earth 
ilis  wcrics  and  glories  ling* 

Thy  mercy y  Lord,. 

Shall  Hill  endure. 

And  ever  fure 

Abides  thy  iniord* 


PSALM 


PSALM     CXXXVI.     26^ 

PSALM  CXXXVI.    Abridged.   Long  Metre. 

1   f~^  I  V  E  to  the  Lord  immcrtal  praife  ! 

Vj  Mercy  and  truth  are  all  his  ways  ! 
Wonders  of  gracz  to  God  belong, 
Repeat  his  mercies  in  your  Jong. 

2.  Give  to  the  Lord  of  lords,  renown. 
The  King  of  kings,  with  glory  crown. 
His  mercies  e^ver  Jhall  endure , 
When  lords  and  kings  are  known  no  more, 

3  He  built  the  earth,  he  fpread  the  fky, 
/ind  iix'd  the  ftarry  lights  on  high  : 
Wonders  of  grace  to  God  belong. 

Repeat  hu  mercies  in  your  fong. 

4  He  fills  the  fun  with  nforning  light. 
He  bids  the  moon  dire<ft  the  night  ; 
His  mercies  ei.er  Jhall  endurt. 

When  funs  and  moons  fhall  ihine  no  more. 

5  The  Jff^jjs  he  freed  flom  Pharaoh^  hand. 
And  brought  them  to  the  promis'd  land  1 
Wonders  of  grace  to  God  belong. 

Repeat  his  mercies  in  your  fong, 

6  He  faw  the  Gentiles  dead  in  fin. 
And  felt  his  pity  work  within  : 
Hii  mercies  e'ver  Jhall  endure ^ 

When  death  and  fin  Ihall  reign  no  more. 

7  He  fent  his  Son  with  pow'r  to  fave 
From  guilt  and  darknefs,  and  the  grave  ; 
Wonders  of  grace  to  God  belong. 

Repeat  his  mercies  in  your  fong . 

8  Thro'  this  vain  world  he  guides  our  feet. 
And  leads  us  to  his  heav'nly  feat : 

His  mercies  e^ver  Jhall  endure ^ 

When  this  vain  world  fnall  be  ne  mere. 

Y  3  PSALM 


70  PSALM  CXXXVril.  CXXXIX. 

P  S  A  L  M     CXXXVIII.    LoTig  Metre.  . 

RcJ}ori;'>g  and  prefewin?^  gracs.. 

ITH  all  my  powr's  of  heart  and  tongae 
I'll  praife  my  Maker  in  my  fong  ; 
Angels  fhall  hear  the  notes  I  raife. 
Approve  the  fong,  and  join  the  praife. 

[2  Angels  vvhb  make  thy  chinch  their  care 
Shall  vvitnffs  my  devotions  there^ 
While  holy  zeal  directs  my  eyes 
To  thy  fair  temple  in  the  Ciies.] 

3  I'll  fmg  tl\y  trnth,  and  mercy.  Lord,, 
I'll  nng  the  wonders  of  thy  word  ; 
Not  all  th«  works  and  names  bslo'.v 

So  much  thy  pow'r  and  glory  fnow. 

4  To  God  I  cry'd  wlien  troubles  rofe  ; 
Ke  heard  me,  and  fubdu'd   my  ioes  ; 
Ke  did  my  riling  f«^ars  conticul. 

And  ftrength  difrus'd  through  all  my  for.!,. 

5  The  God  of  heav'n  maintains  his  ftate,. 
Frowns  on  the  proud  and  fcorns  the  great», 
But  fi'om  his  throne  defcends  to  fee 

The  fons  of  humble  poverty. 

6  Amidit  a  thoufand  fnares  I  Hand 
Upheld  and  guarded  by  thy  hand  ! 
Thy  words  my  fainting  foul  revive. 
And  keep  my  dying,  faith  alive. 

7  Grace  will  complete  v^hat  grace  begins. 
To  fave  from  forrows  or  from  fins  : 

The  work  which  wiTdom  undertakes 
Kternal  mercy  ne'er  forfakes. 

PSALM  CXXXIX.  Firjl  Part.  Long  Metr?. 
The    all -feeing    God. 

I  'J'    ORD,  thou  haft  fearch'd  and  feen  me  thro'  : 
I  y  Thin&  eyes  commands  with  piercing  view 

My 


.PSALM,    CXXXIX.      :27t 

My  riiing  and  my  refting  hours. 

My  heart  and  neili.,  widi  all  their  po^*rs. 

2  My  thoughts,  before  they  are  my  o^aHp 
Are  to  rny  God  cil:Hi?itly  knosvn  ; 

Ke  knows  the  words  I  msan  to  fpeak 
E'"r  from  my  op'ning  lios  they  break. 

3  Withia  thy  circling-  pou'^r  I  itacd  5. 
On  ev'ry  fide  I  find  thy  hand  : 
A\vake,.afleep,  at  home,  abrcad, 

I  am  furrounded  Hill  with  Go  d  » 

4  Amazing  kn-o'.vledge,  vail:  and  great  l 
What  large  extent  I  what  lofty  height  I 
M  y  foul ,  ivi th  a] ]  the  pow 'rs  I  bo:ill. 
Are  in  the  bouiidleis  prok;e£l  loir. 

^    0  may  theU  thoughts  pojfefs  my  hreaj^ 
IVhere-e^er  I  rcve^  ^:here-e^ er  Irejt  i 

her  Uf  ;■;: :  y^e-n--^"  '-"i-c'is  dare 

Pause       L 

6  Could  I  fo  falfe,  fo  faithlefs  prove,. 
To  quit  thy  fervice  and  thy  love. 
Where,  Lcrd,  could  I  thy  prefence  fhun. 
Or  from  thy  dreadful  gJory  run  I 

7  If  up  to  heav'n  I  take  my  flight, 

'Tis  there  thou  dwell 'll  enthr4)n''d  :' 1  V-.^Si  i 
Or  dive  to  hell,  there  veng'snce  r-.  -ns. 
And  Satan  groans  bsneadi  his  chains. 

8  If,  mounted  on  amoniin?-  ray, 
I  fly  beyond  the  Wefiem  fea, 

Thy  fivifter  hand  would  Srk  arrive^ 
And  there  arrell  thy  f.igitive. 

9  Or  Ihould  I  try  to  fhun  t":v  ^-ht 
Beneath  the  Ipreadin;^  v^-'l  ,-f  :';:;ht. 
One  plance  cfthirj::  ,  -;■  :       '    -viiig  ray 
Would  kindls  diirk.,;^:  i:...   ..;  -.  10  0 


^7^      PSALM    CXXXIX. 

I  o  0  7nay  thefe  thoughts  pojpfs  my  breaji 
Where-e^er  I  ro-ve,  n^jhere-e'er  I  reji  ! 
Nor  let  my  jma-mr  paJJlcAS  dare 
Ctnfent  to  Jin »  for  God  is  there. 

P    A     U     S     I.       II. 

II  The  veil  of  night  is  no  difguife. 
Nor  fcreca  from  thy  all-Iearching  eyes  ; 
Thy  hand  can  leizc  thy  foes  as  foon 
Thro*  midnight  fhades,  as  blazing  noon.  , 

12  Midnight  and  noon,  in  this  agree. 
Great  God,  they're  boih  alike  to  thee. 

Nor  death  can  hide  what  God  will  fpy,       ^ 
A^d  hell  lies  naked  to  his  eye. 

1 3  0  may  thefe  thoughts  pojpfs  my  hrenji 
Where-e'er  I  rp've,  ivhere-e'er  I  reji  ! 
Nor  let  my  meaner  pajjlons  dare 
Confent  to  fin y  for  God  is  tJtere, 

PSALM     CXXXIX.     Second  Fan, 

The  ^wonderful  formation  of  man. 

1  '/""Tf^WAS  from  thy  hand,  my  God,  I  came, 

j|^      A  work  of  fuch  a  car'ous  frame  ; 
In  me  *hy  fearful  wonders  fhine. 
And  each  proclaim  thy  will  divine. 

2  Thine  eyes  did  all  my  limbs  furvey. 
Which  yet  in  dark  confufion  lay  : 
Thou  faw'ft  the  daily  growth  they  took, 
Form'd  by  the  model  of  thy  book. 

3  By  thee  my  growing  parts  were  nam*d. 
And  what  thy  fov'reign  counfcls  fram'd, 
(The  breathing  lungs,  the  beating  heart) 
Were  copy'd  with  unerring  art. 

4  At  lad,  to  Ihevv  my  Maker^s  name, 
God  ftamp'd  his  image  on  my  frame. 
And  in  fome  unknown  moment  joined 

The  finiih'd  members  to  the  mind.        5  There 


PSALM     CXXXIX.       273 

5-  There  the  )'oiing  feeds  of  though:  began. 
And  ali  the  pafii;/,is  of  the  man  : 
Great  God,  our  infant  nature  pays 
mniorul  tribute  to  thy  pralfe. 

Pause. 

6  Lord,  fince  in  my  advancing  age 
I've  aS;ed  oa  life's  bufv  ftage. 

Thy  thoughts  of  love  to  me  iurmount 
The  pow'f  cf  numbers  to  recount. 

7  I  could  furvey  the  ocean  o'er. 

And  count  each  fand  which  makes  the  lhore> 
Before  my  fwifteft  thoughts  could  trace 
The  Rum'roas  wonders  ef  thy  grace. 

B  Thefe  on  my  heart  are  ftill  impreft. 
With  theie  I  give  my  eyes  to  rell  : 
And  at  my  waking  hcur  I  find 
God  and  his  love  pofleis  mv  mind. 

PSALM     CXXXIX.     Third  Part. 

Sihceritj    ■profejl,  Mud  gra^e  tried ;    or,  the  heart" 
fe&rchihg  God, 

1  "E  M'Y  God,  what  inward  grief  I  feel 

-     X  >' A   ^^"hen  imp'ous  men  tranfgrefs  thy  will;, 
[  mourn  to  hear  their  lips  propliane. 
Take  thy  tremendous  name  in  vain. 

2  Does  not  niy  foal  deteil:  and  hate 
The  fons  of  malice  and  deceit  ; 
Thofe  who  oppofe  thy  laws  and  thee^ 
I  count  them  eiieiriies  to  me. 

3  Lor  j,  fearch  my  faul,  try  ev^ry  thought  j 
Tho'  my  cvvn  heart  accufe  me  not 

Ot  walking  in  a  falfe  difgaife, 
[  beg  the  trial  of  thine  eyes. 

f  Dothfecret  mlichief  lurk  within  ? 
Do  I  indulge  feme  unknov/a  iin  ^ 


274      PSALM     CXXXIX. 

0  turn  my  feet  when  e'er  I  flray. 
And  lead  me  in  thy  perfect  way. 

PSALM  CXXXiX.  FlrJI  Pan.  Common  Metre 

Go*i  is  e'very  nvhere, 

1  TN  all  my  vaft  ccnctrns  with  thee, 
J^     In  vain  my  ioul  would  try 

To  Ihun  thy  prcieDce,  Lord,  or  flee 
The  notice  of  thine  eye. 

»  Thy  all-furronnding  fight  furveyj 

My  riling  and  my  reft. 
My  public  -valks,  my  private  ways. 

And  I'ecrcts  of  my  bread. 

3  My  thoughts  lie  open  to  the  Lord 
Before  rhey're  form'd  within  ; 

And  cVr  my  lips  pronounce  the  word. 
He  knows  the  fenie  I  mean. 

4  O  wond'rou3  knowledge  deefrand  higif. 
Where  can  a  creature  hide  ! 

Within  thy  circling  armi  I  lit, 
Eefct  on  ev'ry  fide. 

5  So  let  thy  grace  furround  me  ilill. 

And  like  a  bulwark  prove, 
To  guard  my  foul  from  ev'ry  ill, 
Secur'd  by  fov'reign  love. 

Pause. 

6  Lord,  where  ftiall  guilty  fouls  retire. 
Forgotten  and  unknown  ; 

In  hell  they  meet  thy  dreadful  fire, 
Jn  heav'n  thy  glor'oua  throne. 

7  Should  I  fupprefs  my  vital  breath. 
To  'fcape  the  wrath  divine. 

Thy  voice  would  break  the  bars  of  death. 
And  make  the  grave  reiign. 


S  If  wing'd  with  beams  of  morning-light, 
I  fly  beyoad  the  J'Fe^, 


Thy 


PSALM     CXXXIX.       275 

Thy  hand,  which  muil  fupport  ray  flight. 
Would  foon  betray  my  reft. 

{,5  If  o'er  my  fins  I  think  to  draw 
The  curtains  of  the  nightj, 
Thofc  fiaming  eyes  which  guard  thy  law. 
Would  turn  the  fhades  to  light. 

10  The  beams  of  ncoa,  the  midnight-hour. 

Are  both  alike  to  thee  : 
D  may  I  ne'er  provoke  that  pow'r 

From  which  I  cannot  fiee  ! 

PSALM     CXXXIX.    Seco?id  Part, 

^he'fW'.fdom  of  God  in  the  forjjiation  of  man, 

HEN  I  with  plcafmg  wonder  fland. 
And  all  my  frame  furvey, 
ord,  'tis  thy  work  ;  I  own,  thy  hand 
Thus  built  my  humble  clay. 

I  Thy  hand  my  heart  and  reins  pofTefl 

Where  unbora  n'ature  grew  ; 
rhy  wiicom  all  my  features  trac'd. 

And  all  my  members  drew. 

;  Thine  eye  with  nicell  care  furvey 'd 

The  growth  of  ev'ry  pa!;t  : 
Till  the  whole  fcheme  thy  thoughts  had  laid 

Was  copy'd  by  thy  art. 

j-  Heav*n,  earth  and  fea.  zml  fire  and  wind^ 

Shew  me  thy  wond'rous  ikill  ; 
3ut  I  review  myfelf,  and  find 

Diviner  wonders  ftill. 

J  Thy  awfal  glories  round  me  (bine. 

My  flcih  proclaims  thy  praife  ; 
L,ord,  to  thy  works  of  nature,  join 

Thy  miracles  of  grace. 


M 


a7^    PSALM   CXXXIX.  CXLL 

P  S  A  L  M     CXXXIX.     ThhA  Part, 

7h2  fnerc'ies  of  God  innurnerahh* 

Kvl  Evening  Pfaim, 

1  T    CRD,  when  I  conat  thy  mercit^s  o'er, 
_  I  v     They  flrike  me  with  furprifc  ; 

Nor  aii  the  fands  which  fpread  the  (liore 
7'o  equal  numbers  rife. 

2  r.^y  Pien-i  with  fear  and  wonder  jflands 
The  prodaaofthyf^ili  ; 

And  hourly  bleffings  from  thy  liands 
Thy  thoughts  of  love  reveal. 

■;  Thefe  on  my  heart  by  night  I  keep  ; 
Hew  kind,  how  dear  tc  inc  ! 

0  n-iay  the  hour  which  ends  my  fleep 
Stiij  find  my  thoughts  \vi:h  thee. 

PSALM     CXLI. 

PFcitcbfuLiefs  and  brotherly  reproof,. 
A  Morning  or  Evening  Pfalni. 

1  "I^  yj  Y^  God,  accept  my  early  \^o\vs 
-iVi  Like  morniiig  iacenfe  in  thine  houfe, 

Aad  \zi  rnv  nisfhtlv  worfhi^rife 
ovveet  as  tne  ev  nmg  i^crince. 

2  Warch  o'er  my  Hps,  and  guard  tjiem.  Lord, 
From  ev'ry  rafli  and  heedlefs  word  ; 

Nor  let  my  feet  incline  to  tread 
The  guilty  path  where  fmners  lead. 

3  O  may  the  right'ous,  when  T  Ihay, 
Smite  and  reprove  my  vvand'ring  way  '. 
Their  gent'e  words,  like  ointment  Ihed, 
Shall  never  bruife,  but  cheer  my  head. 

4  When  I  behold  them  rrefl  with  grief 
I'll  crv  to  heav'n  for  th:;5r  relief; 
And  bv  my  warm  petitions  prove 
How  much  I  prize  their  faithful  love. 

P  S  A  L  M 


PSALM  CXLIT.  CXLIIL  277 

PSALM     CXLIT. 

God  is  ihe  hope  of  the  helph/s, 

T    '  I  ^O  God  I  mademyforrows  knowa, 

i        From  God  I  fought  relief  j 
In  long  complaints  before   his  throne, 
I  pour'd  out  all  my  grief. 

2  My  foul  was  overwhelm^  with  wees. 

My  heart  began  to  break  ; 
My  God,  who  all  my  burdens  knows. 

He  knows-  the  way  I  take. 
.3  On  ev'ry  fide  I  caft  mine  eye. 

And  found  my  helpers  gone. 
While  friends  and  Grangers  paiVd  me'^/, 
^  Neglefled  or  unknown. 
4  Then  did  I  raife  a  louder  cry. 

And  call'd  thy  mercy  near, 
''  Thou  art  my'porcion  when  I  die. 

Be  thou  my  Refuge  here." 

,  5  Lord,  I  am  brought  exceeding  low. 

Now  let  thine  ear  actend  ', 
And  make  my  foes,  who  vexrac,  kaow 

I've  an  Almighty  friend. 
6  From  my  fad  prifoa  fet  me  free, 
^  Then  .(hall  I  praife  thy  name  ; 
A r^  holy  men  Ihall  join  with  me 

Tiiy  kmdnefs  to  preclaim. 

P     3     A     L     M     CXLIir. 
Complaint  ofhea-jy  cffliaions  in  mind  and  hody. 

^    ]\/lL'*'^^'-'°"^  ^^'"^^^'  ^^  gracious  Go^, 
-^^1  Hear  when  I  fpread  my  hands  abroad. 
And  cry  for  fuccour  from  thy  throne, 
O  make  thy  truth  and  mercy  known  ! 

2  Let  judjgmentnot  againfl  me  pafs  ; 
^fiiold  thy  fervant  pleads  thy  grace  ! 

2^  Should 


S78       PSALM    CXLIII. 

Shonld  jufcicc  call  us  to  thy  bar. 
No  man  alive  is  guiltlefs  therv^. 

3  Look  down  in  pity.  Lord,  and  fee 
The  mighty  woes  which  burden  me  ; 
Pown  to  the  duft  my  life  is  brought. 
Like  one  long  bury'd  and  forgot. 

4  I  dwell  in  darknefs  and  unfeen. 
My  heart  is  defolate  within  : 

My  thoughts  in  muling  filence  traee 
The  ancient  wonders  of  thy  grace. 

5  Thence  I  derive  a  glimpfe  of  hope 
To  bear  my  finkicg  fpirits  up  ; 

I  Xtretch  my  hands  to  God  again. 
And  thir.t  like  parched  lands  for  raia, 

6  For  thee  I  thirft,  I  pray,  I  monrn  ; 
V/hea  wiU  thy  frailing  face  return  ? 
Shall  all  my  joys  on  earth  remove, 
And  God  for  ever  hide  his  love  ? 

J.  My  God,  thy  long  delay  to  fave  i 

Wu'l  fiAk  thy  pris'ner  to  the  grave  ; 
My  heart  grows  faint,  and  dim  mine  eye  ; 
Make  halle  to  help,  before  I  die. 

8  The  night  is  witnefs  to  my  tears,    . 
Dillreffing  pains,  diilreiring  fears  ; 

0  might  I  hear  thy  morning  voice. 
How  would  my  weary 'd  pow'rs  rejoice  ! 

-9  In  thee  I  truit,  to  thee  1  figh, 

Aui  lift  my  heavy  foul  on  high  ;  i 

For  thee  fit  waiting  all  the  day,  ! 

And  wear  the  tirefome  hours  away.  i 

lo  Break  off  my  fetters,  Lord,  and  fhov? 

^hich  is  the  path  my  feet  fhould  go  j 

if  fnares  and  foes  befet  the  road, 

1  fly  to  hide  me  near  my  God. 

II  TeacA 


PSALM    CXLIV.       275 

i-x  Teach  me  to  do  thy  holy  will. 
And  lead  me  to  thy  heav'nly  hili  ; 
Let  the  good  fpirit  of  thy  love 
Ccndu£t  me  td*thy  courts  above. 

12  Then  {htll  my  foul  no  more  coiy.plaia. 
The  tempter  then  fhall  rage  in  vain  :' 
And  fieih,  which  was  my  foe  before, 
^hall  r-ever  vex  my  fpirit  m©re. 

PSALM     CXLIV.     Fhj^  Fan, 

JJiJfance  and  inBory  in  the  fpirhual  n,varfare^o 

1  I7OR  ever  bleiTed-be  the  Lord, 
X/      My  Savioux  and  my  ihield  | 

Ke  fends  his  fpirit  with  his  werd. 

To  arm  m.e  for  the  field. 

2  When  f.n  and  hell  their  force  unite,' 
He  m^akes  my  foul  his  care, 

Inltruds  me  to  the  heav'nly  Hght, 
Afid  guards  me  thro'  the  war. 

3  A  friend  and  helper  fo  divine 
Doth  my  weak  courage  raif*  ; 

He  makes  thsglor'ous  viclVy  mine. 
And  his  lliail  bs  the  praife. 
PSALM     CXLIV.        Secend  Tan. 
The  njanity  of  man,  ^nd  esndsfcenfiOn  of  God, 

1  T    ORD,  what  iff~man,  poor  feeble  E?.aiij 
J_^     Born  of  the  earth  at  firil:  r 

His  life  a  fnadsw^  light  and  vain, 
Sdll  halting  to  the  dull. 

2  O  what  is  ?Qeh\t  dying  man. 
Or  any  of  his  race 

That  God  fhould  make  it  his  concera 
To  viiit  him  with  grace  ? 

3  That  God,  who  darts  his  lightnings  dowa 
Who  ihakes  the  world  above, 

Z  z  And 


tto    PSALM    CXLIY.    CXLV. 

And  mountains  tremble  at  his  frown. 
How  vvond'rous  is  his  love  !       --  * 

PSALM     CXLIV.     Third  Fart, 

Grace  aho^ve  riches  ;  ©r,.  tl:e  hatpy  nation* 

1  "^J  A  ?  P  y  the  city  where  there  Tons 
JTa  Like  pillars  round  a  palace  fet. 

And  daughters  bright  as  poliih'd  Hones, 
Give  iircagdi  and  beauty  to  the  ftate. 

2  Happy  the  country  where  the  fheep. 
Cattle  and  corn,  have  large  increaie  ; 
Where  men  fecurely  work  or  lleep, 
lN«r  Tons  »f  plunder  break  their  peacc- 

5  Kappy  the  nation  thus  endow'd,.      " 
But  more  divinely  blell  are  thole 
Oa  whoiiii  ths  all-fuificieru  God 
Himf9;f  with  all  his  grace  bcilovvs. 

P  S  A  L  M     CXLV.     Long  Metre. 

The  gr sat  lief s  efG^d. 

Y  God,  my  King,  thy  var'ous  praife 
'Shall  fill  the  remnant  of  my  days  ; 

Thy  grace  employ  my  hi:mble  tongue, 

'Till  death  and  giory  raife  the  f9ng. 

2  The  wings  of  evVy  hour  (hall  bear 
Some  ihanki'd  tribute  to  thine  ear  j 
And  ev'ry  letting  fun  fliall  fee 

New  works  of  dury  done  for  thee. 

3  Thy  truth  and  juilics  I'll  proclaim  ? 
Thy  bounty  fiows  an  endlcfs  llream  ; 
Thy  mercy  fwift  ;   thine  anger  flow, 
£ut  dreadful  to  the  ilubborn  Ice. 

4  Thy  works  with  fov'reign  glory  fhine  %• 
And  fpeak  thy  Mnjefliy  divine  ; 

Ail  nations  round  their  faores  proclaim 

lie  found  and  honor  ©x  thy  name.  5  Lefc 


PSALM    GXLY.         2^1 

c  Let  diflant  times  ana  nativons  raife 
The  long  fucceffion  of  thy  praiie  : 
And  unborn  ages  make  my  fong 
The  joy  and  labor  of  their  tongue. 

6  But  who  can  fpeak  thy  wond^rcus  deeds  ? 
Thy  greatnefs  all  cur  thoughts  e-xcesds  ; 
Vaft  and  unfearchable  thy  ways  ; 
Vail  and  immortal  be  thy  praife  1 

?  S  A  L  M     CXLY.     Fir/  Pan. 

^hs  grsatnef:  of  God. 

ONG  23  I  live,  I'll  blefs  thy  nsme, 
Pvly  King,  my  God  of  love  5 
My  work  and  joy  ihall  be  the  fame 
ItT  the  bright  world  above. 

2  Grea:  is  the  Lord,  his  pow'r  unknewa. 

And  (ct  his  praife  be  gre?it  ; 
I'll  iing  the  honors  of  thy  throne. 

Thy  works  cf  «^race  repeat. 

5  Thy  grace  fnaH  dwell  iipcn  my  tongue^ 
And  while  my  lips  rejoice. 

The  men  who  hear  my  facred  fong 
Sh^U  join  their  chearful  voice. 

4  Fafners  to  fens  fhall  teach  thy  naras. 

And  children  learn  thy  ways  ; 
Ages  to  come  thy  truth  proclaim, 

K-^iii  nations  found  thy  praife. 

5-  Thy  glor'ou?  deeds  of  ancieat  Jat3  ,     ' 

Shall  through  the  world  b^i  ko^vvn  ; 

Thine  arm  of  pow'r,  thy  .beav^nly  ftate^ 
With  public  fplendor  fnown. 

6  The- world  is  mana,^'d  by  thy  hands,  i- 
Thy  fa'ints  are  rni'd  by  love  ; 

And  thine  ererna!  ki;^^;d^^Tn  Raads 
TLq'  rocks  and  hiUs  remove. 

Z  3  P  S  A  L  M 


-%2         F  S  A  L  M     eXLV. 

PSALM     CXLV.     Secoii.{  Part> 
TJjs  geodnefs  of  God. 

X    O  WEET  is  the  mem'ry  of  thy  grace, 
^     Trly  God,  my  heav'nly  King  ; 

Let  a?re  to  age  thy  right'oufnefs 
In  {bngs  of  glory  fing. 

2  God  reign?  on  high,  but  not  confines 

His  goodncfs  to  the  ikies  ; 
Thro'  the  whole  earth  his  bounty  fhines>. 

And  ev'ry  want  fappliej. 

%  With  lorrgingeyes  thv  creatures  wait 

On  thee  for  daily  food, 
Tisy  lib'ral  hand  provides  their  mrat. 

And  fills  their  mouths  with  good. 

ij.  How  kind  are  thy  compaiTions,  Lord  !• 

How  flow  thine  anger  moves  ! 
How  fcOQ  he  fends  his  pard'aing  word 

To  cheer  the  foul  he  lovSs. 

5   Creatures  with  all  their  endlefs  race- 

Thy  pow'r  and  praifs  proclaim  ; 
But  faints  who  talk  thy  richer  grace 

Delight  to  blefs  thy  name. 

P  S  A  L  M^    CXLV.      Third  Part, 
Mercy,  t&fuffenrs  j  or,  God  hearing  prayer^ 

'i  T  ET  ev'ry  tongue  thy  goodaefs  fpeak, 
\_j     Thou  fov'reign  Lord  ©fall  ; 

Thy  ilrength'ning  hands  uphold  the  weak. 
And  raife  the  poor  who  fail. 

2  When  forrow  bows  the  fpirit  down, 
Or  virtue  lies  diibett 

Beneath  feme  proud  oppreflbr's  frown,. 
Thou  giv'll  the  mourners  reiL 

3  The  Lord  fupports  our  tott'ring  days, 

Aad  guides  our  giddy  yoaUj  ;  Holy 


PSALM     CXLYL         efj 

Holy  and  javi  are  all  thy  ways, 
Ar;d  all  Ciiy  words  are  triuh. 

4  He  knows  ihe  pain  his  fervants.-fesl^ 

He  hears  his  cniidrea  cry, 
A.d  ih^ir  belt  willies  to  fulfil^ 

His  !^race  is  ever  nigh. 

z  His  msrcy  never  fnall  remove 
From  men  af  heart  finGcre 

He  faves  the  fouls  whcfe  h'jsiblg  love- 
Is  join'd  with  holy  i^^ar. 

'6  His  fiubborn  foes  his  fword  fnall  ila/j, 
And  pierce  their  hearts  with  pain  ; 

But  none  who  ferve  the  Lord  uiiili  fay, 
'^They  fought  his  aid  in  vain." 

Ij   My  lips  ihall  dwell  upon  his  praif^^. 

Aiid  fpread  his  fame  abroad  i 
Let  all  the  {ons-oi  Ja'aTn  raifs 

The  honors  of  tneir  God.}. 

p  S  A  L  M     CXLVI.     Lonf  Metre. 
Fraife  to  God  for  his  goodnefs  and  truth. 

1  TJRAISE  ye  the  Lord  ;  my  heart  ihall  "piA 
^     Li  works  fopleafant,  ib  divine  ; 

Nor  while  the  fleih  is  mine  abode> 
And  when  m.y  foui  afcends  to  God, 

2  Praife  ihall  employ  my  neb'eii  pow'rj^ 
V/hiie  immortality  endures  : 

My  days  of  praife  ft.-all  ne'er  be  pall:, 
^hile  life  and  thought  and  being  lait.. 

0  Why  fiiould  I  make  a  man  my  truS  I 
Princes  muil  die  and  tnrn  to  daft  ; 
T  eir  breath  departs.,  their  posnp  and  powV, 
And  thoughts,  all  vanilTi  in  an  hour. 

4  Happy  ths  man,  whofe  Hopes  rely 
Oft  ]jr'eV%  God.  !  ha  made  the&y. 


-"4         PSALM-    CXLVL. 

-51  nd  earth,  and  Teas,  with  all  their  traiD, 
And  nune  fhall  find  his  promiie  vain. 

c  His  truth  for  sver  ilands  iecure  : 
He  faves  th'  opprcil,  he  feeds  the  poor  ;.• 
Ke  fends  the  lab'ring  confcience  peace,- 
And  grants  tlie  pris'ner  fweet  releaie. 

6  The  Lord  hath  eyes  to  give  the  blind  |: 
The  Lord  fupports  the  iinking  mind  ; 
He  helps  the  flrar.ger  indiilrefs. 

The  widow  and  the  fatherlers. 

7  He  loves  his  faints,  he  knows  them  vvellj,, 
But  turns  the  wicked  down  to  hell  : 

Thy  God,  O  7Jon  I  ever  reigns  ; 
Praife  him'  in  everlafting  Urains. 

P  S  A  L  M     CXLVr. 

Praife  to  God  for  his  geodnsj's  and  truth, 

'L  L  praife  my  Maker  with  my  breath  : 
And,  when  my  voice  is  loil  in  death, 
Praife  fhall  employ  my  nobler  povv'rs  : 
My  days  of  praife  Ihali  ne'er  be  paft 
While  life  and  thought,  and  being  lall. 
Or  immcrtaiity  endures. 

2  Why  fhould  T  make  a  man  my  truil  I 
Princes  muft  die  and  turn  to  dufc; 

Vain  is  the  help  of  iiefh  and  blood  ; 
Their  breath  dep.irrs,  the^r  pomp  and  pcw'r. 
And  thought?,  ail  vanifn  in   an  hour. 

Nor  can  they  make  their  promife  good. 

3  Happy  the  mart  whofe  hopes  rely 
On  IfreV^  God  !  he  made  the  fky. 

And  earth  and  feas,  with  all  their  train  ; 
His  truth  for  ever  Hands   fecurc-  ; 
He  faveb  th'  opprefl,  he  feeds  the  poor. 

And  none  ihali  iind  his  proaiiie  vain. 

4  Ths 


P  S  A  L.  M     CXLVIL       ^85 

4  The  Lord  hath  eyes  to  give  the  blind  ; 
The  Lord  fupports  the  finking  mind  ; 

H-2  fends  uie  lab'ri-ng  ccnfcience  pss.ce  > 
He  helps  the  ftranger  in  diiuefs. 
The  widow  and  the  father'lefs. 

And  grants  she  'Dris'rer  lV,'£2t  rekafe. 

5  He  ioves  his  faints  ;  he  lino-.vs  them  well, 
But  tarns  the  wicked  dovva  to  hell  : 

Thy  God,  O  Zion  t  ever  reigns  t 
Let  t-ri'^  tong'ie,  let  ev^-y  age^ 
In  this  exalted  work  engage  : 

Fraife  m*n  in  everlaiting  ftrains. 

^  I'll  praife  him  while  h«  lends  mc  brcatk^. 
And  vvjieii  my  voice  13  loii  in  death 

Fraife  ihaii  employ  my  ncbler  cow'rs  v 
My  days  of  praife  iliall  ne'er  be  p'aft 
While  life  and  thought  and  being  lafl. 

Or  iramortality  endares. 
P  S  A  L  M     CXLYIL  Firj^  fan, 

^^he  di'vlne  nature ,  prsvidsnce  »,nd  grace, 

1  13  RAISE  ye  the  Lord  \  'tis  good  to  rdfs 
j7   Our  hearts  and  voices  ia  his  praifs  > 

His  nature  and  his  wsrks  iaviwe 
To  make  this  duty  oar  delight. 

2  The  Lord  builds  up  J:n(fa!e;n, 
And  gathers  nations  to  his  name: 
Kis  mercy  Hielts  the  itabborn  fouL 
And  makes  the  bfoken  fpirit  whole. 

3  He  forrn'd  the  ilar5>  thofe  heav'n-y  fiames  5. 
He  counts  their  nv'  '      heir  aames  : 
His  wifdcm's  vr.',          .  -O  feound  ; 

A  deer,  where  aU  oar  i;aov--i;.3  are  diuivo'd. 

4  Gxt?'.  "  -  '—  '  Lo^'-',  -^^-  ^--reat  his  might  ; 
And  a:.  z     .a  ..i^; 

Ms  crcv/:.  t:ic  Hicck,  rewaids  t'>e  ju^, 

Aiid  tread*  the  wicked  tu  the  ddil.  PAtiS.i 


286      PSALM     CXLYIL 

Pause. 

5  Sing  to  the  Lord,  exalt  him  high, 
V/ho  ipreads  his  clouds  all  round  the  fej  ; 
There  he  prepares  the  fruitful  rain. 

Nor  lets  the  drops  dcfcend  in  vain. 

6  He  makes  the  grsifs  the  hills  adorn. 
And  Clothes  the  Iniiling  fields  v\,ith  corn  5. 
The  bealts  with  food  Iiis  hands  fupply, 
And  the  yoiuig  ravens  v?hen  they  cry. 

7  What  is  the  creature's  ikill  or  force. 
The  fprightly  man,  the  warlike  hcri?  * 
The  nimble  ^vit,  the  £<5»ivc  limb. 

All  arc  too  mean  delights  for  him. 

8  But  fiints  are  lovely  in  his  fight  ; 
Ke  views  his  children  with  delight ; 

He  ices  their  hope,  hekrows  their  fear  ; 
And  locks  and  loves  kis  image  there. 

PSALM     CXLVII.     Sscsnd  Part. 

Summer  and  Winter* 
A  S'2r:gfcr  America. 

1  nOLVMB'Al  praife  thy  mighty  Go!>,. 
^  A:.d  make  his  honors  knov^-n  abroad  ;. 

He  bids  the  ocean  round  thee  flow  ; 
Net  bars  of  brals  cca-d  ga?.rd  thee  fo. 

2  Thy  children  arc  fecure  and  bleli. 
Thy  ihores  have  peace,  thy  cities  reft  5: 
He  f::cds  thy  ibns  with  fnieil  wheat. 
And  adds  his   bieffmg  to  iheir  meat. 

5  Thy  changing  feafons   he  ordains. 
Thine  early  and  thy  latter  rains  ; 
Kis  fl?ke5  of  i'now  like  wool  he  fends. 
And  thus  the  fpringing  com  defends. 

4  With  hoary  frcft  he  Hrews  the  ground  ; 

Mis  haii  uofcejids  v/ith  clatt'ring  ii*und ;      Where 


P  S  A  L  M  CXI.VII.       287 

Where  is  the  man  fo  -  1 

Who  dares  defy  hi- ::  "^ 

5  He  bids  the  5-5  ; 

The  ke  diilblves,  /  : 

But  he  hath  nobi:;  vay;?. 


•6  In  all  thy  cHir--  '  '  ^  Jnov^'u 

Hisgolpel  tkrocg  ,  cv:-  : 

■Ms  hath  BGt  thus  revsai'a 
To  ev'ry  land  :  praifc  ye  t"  ;  1  ! 

PSALM     CXL VJI.     Com:-;or   Jletre, 

f   ^f  TlTH^fongs  andl:.  Mi^g  lou4 

V  ¥        Addreis  the  Lora  on  iiigh  ; 
Over  tise  heav'ii:  he  fpre^ds  his  cloud. 
And  waters  veil  the  iky. 

t  He  fends  his  ihovv'rs  cf  blelUng  dowa 

Td''chesr  the  plains  below  ; 
He  makes  the  grr"-  ---  ■--    -  l'hs  crown, 

Aiid  cor  a  in  v\ 

3  He  gives  the  grssiag  ox  his  meat, 
Ke  hears  the  ravens  cry  ; 

But  man,  who  tai1:es  the  iinefi:  wheat, 
Stvjald  raiie  his  hanors  high. 

4  His  ^e^iv  ccamels  change  the  iace 
Of  the  declining  year  ; 

He  bids  the  fun  cut  fhort.his  race. 
And  vviat'ry  days  appear. 

5  His  hoary  froil,  his  fleecy  fnow, 
Defcend  and  clathe  the  ground  : 

U'he  liquid  ftreams  forbear  to  flow. 
In  icy  fetters  bound. 

6  When,  from  his  drep.dful  Hores  on  hi^ls 
*      He  pours  the  ratt'iing  hail,       •  ' 

The  wretch  who  dares  this  G©d  dtfy. 

Shall  hnd  his  courage  faiL  '        ^  jje 


^88      PSALM    CXLVIIL 

7  He  fends  his  word  and  melts  the  fnow. 

The  fields  no  longer  rnourii  ; 
He  calls  the  v/armer  gales  to  blow. 

And  bills  the  fpring  return. 

§  The  changing  wind,  the  flying  cleud, 

Gbey  his  mighty  word  f 
With  fongs  and  honors  founding  loud, 

Praife  ye  the  fov'reign  Lord. 

PSALM      CXLVIIL 

Praife  to  God  from  all  creatures, 

J    "TT^E  tribes  of  Adam,  join 

\       With  hesv'n,  and  e^irth,  and  feas. 
And  offer  notes  divine 
To  your  Creator's  praife.  ; 

Ye  holy  throng 

Of  angels  bright. 

In  worlds  of  light,  , 

Begin  the  fong. 

2  Thou  fan  with  dszzling  ray.i. 
And  moon  which  rules  the  nightj, 
Shine  to  ycjr  Maker's  praife. 
With  ftirs  of  twinkling  light. 

His  pow'r  declare. 

Ye  floods  on  high. 

And  clouds  which  fiy 

In  empty  air. 

3  The  fhlning  worlds  above 
In  gior'ous  order  (land. 
Or  in  fwift  courfes  move 
By   his  fupreme  command  : 

He  f»ake  the  word, 

And  a'l  their  frame 

From  nothing  came. 

To  praife  ih*  Lord. 


PSALM    CXLVIIT.     2S5 

4  He  mov^d  tUir   mighty  wheek 
In  unkno.vn  ages  paf^. 

And  each  his  word  faliiis 
Whilstlme  and  nature  iaft. 

In  diiF'rent  ways 

His  works  proclaim 

His  wond'rous  name. 

And  fpeak  his  praiie. 

Pause, 

5  Let  all  the  earth-born  race. 
And  raonfters  of  the  deep, 
The  nfh  which  cleave  the  feas. 
Or  in  their  bofom  fleep. 

Prom  fea  and  fhore 
Their  tribute  pay^ 
And  ftill  difplay 
Their  Maker's  pow'r* 

€  Ye  vapours,  hail  and  fnow, 
Praife  ye  th'  almighty  Lord, 
And  ftormy  winds  which  blo\^ 
To  execute  his  word  : 

When  lightnings  Oiine, 

Or  thunders  roar. 

Let  earth  adore 

His  hand  divine. 

7  Ye  mountains  near  the  ficies. 
With  lot''ty  cedars  there, 
Atid  trees  of  humbler  fize. 
Which  fruit  in  plenty  bear. 

Beafts,  wild  and  tame, 

JBirds,  flies,  and  worms. 

In  various  forms 

Exalt  his  name. 

A  a  «  Ye 


290      P  S  A  L.  M     CXLVIIL 

8  Yc  kings  and  judges  fear 
The  Lord  the  fov'reign  King  ; 
And  while  you  rule  us  here. 
His  heav'nly  honors  Ting  : 
Nor  let  the  dream 
Of  pow'r  arid  flate 
Make  you  forget 
His  pow'r  fiipreme. 
^  Virgins  aod  youth  engage 
Tc  ibund  his  praife  divine. 
While  infancy  and  ugQ 
Tiieir  feebler  voices  join  : 
Wide  as  he  reigns 
His  name  be  fung    . 
By  ev'ry  tongue 
In  endlefs  firkins. 
10  Let  all  the  nations  fear 
The  God  who  rules  above. 
He  brings  his   people  near 
And  makes  them  tafte  his  love  : 
While  eanh  and  iky 
Attempt  his  praife, 
His  faints  fcall  raife^. 
His  honors  high.      ^ 

PSALM     CXLVIIL     Paraphrafed, 
.'U}:i-jerfal praife  to   God, 

I  Y    OUD  hallelujahs  to  the  Lord 

I^From  diilant  worlds  where  creatures  dwell  ; 
Let  heav'n  begin  the  folemn  word. 
And  found  it  dreadful  down  to  hell. 
I>iotc.  This  pf aim   may   hefu7ig  as  the  ii^lh  p/alm» 
if  the  tiAjo  fellouoing  lines  are  added  to  every  ft  an." 
%ay  viz. 

E?ch  of  his  works  his  name  difplays, 
Kut  they  can  ne'er  fulfil  his  praife. 

%  Thf 


P  S  A  L  M     CXLVIIL      251 

3  The  Lord  1  howabioiu:e  he  reigns  i 
Let  ev'ry  angel  bend  tiie  knee  ! 
Sing  of  his  love  in  heav'nh   iirains. 
And  fpcak  how  fierce  h's  terrors  be. 

5  High  on  a  throne  his  glories  dwell. 
An  a^vfui  ihrone  of  Hiining  blifs  : 
Fly  thro'  the  world,  O  fun,  and  tell 
How  dark  thy  beams  coinpar'd  to  his. 

4  Awake  ye  tempers,  and  his  fame 
In  founds  of  dreadful  praife  declare  ; 

And  the  fweet  vvhifper  of  his  name  / 

Pill  ev'ry  gentler  breeze  of  air. 

5  Let  clouds,  and  winds,  and  v^aves  agree 
To  join  their  praife  with  b  azin-2  lire  ; 
Let  the  firm  earth  and  rolling  ica^ 

In  this  eternal  fang  conipire. 

6  Yeflow'ry  plains  proclaim  his  ikill, 
Valiies  lie  low  before  his  eye  ; 

And  let  his  praife  from  ev'ry  hill 
Rife  tuneful  to  the  neighb'ring  {liy. 

7  Ye  flubborn  oaks  and  ftately  pines. 
Bend  your  high  branches,  and  adc^-e  ; 
Praife  him,  ye  heafi3,.ia  diPrent  Llrains  ; 
The  lamb  mull  bleat,  the  lion  roar. 

8  Birds,  ye  rnuflmake  his  praife  your  theme. 
Nature  demands  a  fong  from  yon  : 

While  the  dumb  filh  which  cut  the  fbream 
Leap  up  and  mean  his  praifes  too. 

9  Mortals,  can  you  ref"raln  your  tongue. 
When  nature  all  around  you  fings  r 

O  for  a  fhout  from  old  and  young. 
From  humble  fwains,  and  lofty  kings  ? 

10  Wide  a«  his  vaft  dominion  lies. 
Make  the  Creator's  name  be  known  ; 

A  a  3  L©a^ 


2^2      P  S  A  L  M     CXLVIIL 

Loud  as  his  thunder  Ihout  his  praife. 
And  found  it  lofty  to  his  throne. 

11   Jehovah  !  'tis  a  glor'ous  word, 

0  may  it  dwell  on  ev'ry  tongue  i 

But  faints  who  beft  have  known  the  Lord, 
Are  bound  to  raife  the  nobleil  fong. 

1  2  Speak  of  the  wonders  of  that  love 
Which  G^^rV  plays  on  ev'ry  chord  ; 
From  all  below,  and  all  above. 
Loud  hallelujahs  to  the  Lord. 

PSALM     CXLVIir.     Short  Mctrc> 

Uni-vey/al  praife, 

1  T    ET  t\*Yy  creature  Join 

jl  y     To  praife  th'  eternal  Goo  ; 
Ye  heav'nly  hoiis  the  fong  begin. 
And  found  his  name  abroad. 

2  Thou  fun  with  golden  beams. 
And  moon  with  paler  rays, 

Ye  flarry  lights,  ye  twinkling  ilam2S> 
Shine  to  your  Maker's  praife. 

3  He  built  thofe  worlds  above. 
And  fix'd  their  woni'rou5  frame  j 

By  his  command  tbey  ftand  or  inove^ 
And  ever  fpeak  his  name. 

4  Ye  vapours,  when  ye  rife. 
Or  fall  in  iliow'rs  of  fnow. 

Ye  thunders,  murm'ring  round  theikie?^ 
His  pow'r  and  giory  (liow. 

5  Wind,  hail,  and  Haihing  fire, 
Agree  to  praife  the  Lord, 

When  ye  in  dreadful  florins  confplre 
To  execute  his  word. 

6  By  all  his  works  above 
Plis  honors  bs  exprefl  y 

Bu't 


PSALM     CXLVIII. 

But  faints  who  taile  his  fawng  love 
Should  fmghispraiies  beli. 

Pause       I. 

'J  Let  earth  and  oc?.aa  know 

They  ovve  the  r  M;iker  praife  ; 
Prahe  him  ye  wai'ry  worlds  belovv. 

And  monil:ers  of  ihe  leas. 

S  From  mour.tams  near  the  fey^ 

Let  his  high  praiie  refound. 
Prom  humble  fn rubs  and  cedars  high, 

And  vales  and*fields  areund. 

^  Ye  lions  of  the  wood. 

And  tamer  beaib  which  graze. 
Ye  live  upon  his  daily  food. 

And  he  expects  yoer  praife. 

10  Ye  birds  of  lefty  wing. 
On  high  his  praifes  bear  ; 

Or  iit  on  flow'ry  bcughs,  and  iing 
YduI  Maker's  glory  there. 

11  Ye  creeping  ants  and  r.'orms. 
His  various  wiidom  {how  ; 

And  flies  in  all  your  Ihining  fwarms, 
Praife  him  who  dreft  you  fo. 

12  By  all  the  earth-born  race. 
His  henors  be  expreir  ; 

Bjr  faints  who  know  his  heav'nir  grac€> 
Should  learn  to  praife  him  beft. 

P     A     U     S     E       IL 

13  Monarchs  of  wide  command, 
Praife  ye  th'  eternal  King  ; 

Judges,  adore  that  fov' reign  hand 
Whence  all  your  honors  fpring. 

J4  Let  vigVons  youth  engage 
Te  found  his  praifes  high  j 

A.  a  J  '     While 


154       PSALM     CXLIX. 

While  growing  babes  am 
Their  feehlcr  voices  try. 

15  United  zeal  be  {hewii 

His  wond'rous  fame  to  raife  ; 
God  is  the  Lord  ;  his  name  aion^' 
Deferves  our  endljefs  praiie. 

16  Let  nature  join  with  art, 
And  all  pronounce  him  blefi:. 

But  faints  who  dwell  fo  near  his  heart 
Should  fing  his  praifes  belt. 

P     S     A     L;    M       C^kLIX. 

Frai/e  God  all  his  faints  ;  or,  the  faint  s  juJ gin g   ?^* 
'•jjorld, 

1  A    LL  ye 'rvho  love  the  Lord,  rejoice, 
±j^     And  Ie£  your  fongs  be  ne'V  ; 

AiT>idit  the  church  with  chearful  voice- 
His  later  wonders  fhew. 

2  The  Je-MSy  the  people  of  his  grace> 
ohall  their  Redeemer  ling  ; 

And  Gentile  natian:?  join  the  praife^ 
'A^'hlle  Zio'n  owns  her  King. 

^  Tne  Lord  takes  pleafure  in  the  jutl» 

Whom  fmneo-s  treat  with  fcorn  ! 
The  meek  who  lie  deipis'd  ia  dufta. 

Salvation  fnall  adorn. 

4  Saints  ihaVl  be  joyful  in  their  King;,. 
Ev'f/  on  a  dying  bed  ; 

^nd  like  cne  fouls  in  glory  fing. 
For  God  fhall  r.aife  the  dead. 

5  Then  his  high  praife  Ihall  fili  their  tongues,. 
I'hcir  haiids  Ovall  wield  the  fword  : 

And  veng'ance  fhall  attend  their  longs. 
The  veng'ance  of  the  Lord. 

6  When  Chrift  his  jnd^jment-feat  afcends. 

And  bids  the  world  appear^  Thrones 


■     PSALM     CL.  2^s 

Thrones  are  prepar'd  for  all  his  frkn-is 
Who  humbly  lov'd  him  here, 

7  Then  ihali  they  rule  with  Iron  rod 
Nations  who  dar'd  rebel  : 

And  join  the  fencence  of  their  Goi>, 
Oi  cyraats  dt^omM  to  hell. 

8  The  royal  ilnn^rs  bca^id  in  chalris 
New  triumphs  il:a.'  ;iflbrd  ; 

Such  honor  for  rhs  fa'nts  remains  : 
Praiiis  ye,  and  lave  the  Lord. 

PSALM     CL. 


r 


A  fcn2'  of  fraifi, 
D's  ovi^n  hcufe  pronounce 


Kis  grace  he  there  reveals 
To  heav'n  your  joy  and  wonder  raife> 
For  there  his  glory  dwells. 

^  Let  all  your  facred  paSons  move, 
~  While  you  rehearfe  his  deeds  ; 
But  the  great  work  of  faving  love 
Your  higheft  praife  exceeds^. 

0  All  who  have  motion,  life  and  breatl^. 

Proclaim  your  Maker  bleit ; 
Yet  when  my  voice  expires  in  death. 

My  foul  {hall  praife  him  belt. 


T 


rhe    C  H  R I  s  T  X  A  IT    DOXOLOG Y, 

Long  Metre. 
O  Gan  the  Father,  Go!>  the  Son, 


And  God  tbe  Spirit,  Three  in  One, 
Be  honor,  praife,  and  glory  giv'a 
By  all  on  earth,  and  all  in  heav'n. 

Common  Metre. 

LET  God  the  Father,  and  the  Son, 
Aad  Spirit,,  bs  ador'dj  Whers 


a^6     D  O  X  O  L  O  G  I  E  S. 

Where  there  arc  wc  ks  to  make  him  knawa. 
Or  faints  to  love  the  Lord. 

Coiijmon  Metre. 
IVhere  theium  unludes  i-jQO  Jlanxas* 
I, 

THE  God  of  mercy  be  ador'd 
V/ho  calls  our  fouls  from  deatli, 
"Who  faves  by  his  redeeming  ivc/-*/. 
And  new-creating  hveaih, 
il. 
Topraife  the  Father,  and  the  Son, 

And  Spirit,  all  divine, 
The  One  in  Three,  and  Three  in  Cne^ 
Let  faints  and  angels  join. 

Short  Metre. 

YE  angels  round  the  throne. 
And  faints  who  dwell  below, 
Worflilp  the  Father,  praife  the  Son, 
And  blefs  the  Spirit  too. 

As  the  w^th  pfalm. 

NOW  to  the  great  and  facred  Three, 
The  Father,  Son  and  Spirit,  be 
internal  praife  and  »lory  giv'n, 
Thro'  all  the  worlds  where  God  is  known, 
By  all  the  angels  near  the  throne. 

And  all  the  faints  in  earth  and  heav'n. 

As  the  i^ttbpfalm. 

TO  Goo  the  Father's  throne 
Perpet'al  honors  raife  ; 
Glory  to  God  the  Son, 
To  God  the  Spirit,  praife  : 
With  all  our  pow'rs, 
E  tern  a]  King, 
Thy  name  we  fing. 
While  faith  adores. 

THE     E  N  I>. 


T    A    B     L  E 

To  find  out  any  PSALM  or  part  or   a 
Pfaim  by  the  nrft  Line  of  it. 

A     ^             ,  .  ^''^' 

ALL  ye  who  love  the  Lord,  rejaice  294 

Almighty  Pwuler  of  the  ikies  .    ij 

Amidil  thy  wrath,  remember  love  75 

Among  th'  affemblies  of  the  great  1 5  3 

Among  the  princes,  earthly  gods  159 

And  will  the  God  of  grace  153 

Are  ail  the  foes  of  Sion  fools  106 

Are  finners  now  {q  fenfelefs  grown  27 

Arife,  my  gracious  God  32 

Awake,  ye  faints,  to  praife  your  King  264 

B 

BEHOLD  the  lofty  iky  3S 

Behold  the  love,  the  gen*rous  love  69 

Behold  the  morning  fun  39 

Behold  the  fure  foundation-flone  225 

Behold  thy  waiting  fervant.  Lord  236 

Blefs,  O  my  foul,  the  living  God  192 

Bielt  are  the  ions  of  peace  261 

BIsil  are  the  fouls  who  hear  and  kno\v  163 

Bleil  are  the  undefird  in  heart  22S 

Bieft  is  the  man>  for  ever  bleft  61 

Bleil  is  the  man  v/hofe  bowels  move  ^i 

Bleil  is  the  man  who  ihjns  the  place  3 

Bleil  is  the  nation  where  the  Lord  62 


CMi  L s>R E  N  in  years  and  knowledge  young  65 
_    Come,  children,  learn  to  kar  the  Lord     6j 
Ci.rrje,  let  our  voices  join  to  raife  179 

CjiUmb'a,  praile  thy  mighty  God  2S6 

Come,  found  his  praiie  abroad  179 

Coniider  all  my  foirows.  Lord  240 

D 


T       A       B       L       E. 

D  P,g. 

DAVID  rejoic'd  in  God  hi?  Hrength  4-1 

Deep  ia  our  hearts  let  us  record  13: 

,    E 

"T"^  AP.LY,  iTiY  God,  without  delay  1 1^] 

j^'v  Exak  the  Lord  our  God  186 

F 

FAPv  as  thy  name  is  known  gi 

Father,  I  biefs  thy  gentle  hand  243 

X'ather,  I  ^irxg  thy  worid'rous  grace  125 
Firm  and  unmov'd  are  they 
Firm  was  my  health,  my  day  was  bright 
Fools  in  their  hearts  believe  and  fay 
For  ever  blelTedbe  the  Lord 
For  ever  Ihall  n^y  {oag   record 
Fa>rn  age  to  age  exalt  his  name 
From  ail  who  dwell  below  th»  fliies 
From  deep  diilrels  and  troubled  thoughts 
G 

C"*IVE  thanks  to  God  ;  he  reigns  above  204 
T*  Give  thanks  to  God,  invoke  his  name  201 

Give  thanks  to  God  moft  high  266 

Gi^'e  thanks  to  God  the  (ov'reign  Lord  265 

Give  to  the  Lord  imn>ortal  praife  269 

Give  to  the  Lord  ye  fons  of  fame  56 

God  in  his  earthly  temple  lays  163 

God  is  the  rel'uge  of  his  faints  8S 

God  my  uipportcrand  my  hope  137 

God  of  etern::!  love  204 

Gv-sd  of  my  childhood  and  my  youth  ,  133 

God  of  my  life,  look  gently  down  7S 

Goo  of  my  mercy  and  my  pfaife  216 

God  v.-ill  nrife  in  all  hi'^  might  124 

(jocd  is  the  Lord,  the  hcav'oly  king  121 

Great  Goo.  attend,  while  Zion  fings  155 

^rea:  God,  how  oft  did  Ifr'ei  prove  149 

Great 


T       A       B       L       E. 

Vage 

Great  Gnd,  indulge  my  humble  claim  1 15 
Great  God,  the  h<rav'n's  well  order'd  frame     4-1 

Great  God,  wliofe  uni venal  fvvay  134 

Great  is  the  Lord,  exalted  high  ^^3 

Great  is  the  Lord  :  his  works  of  might  214. 

Great  is  the  Lord  our  God  90 

Great  ihepherd  of  thii>e  Ifrael  150 
H 

A  D  not  the  Lord,  may  Ifrhl  fay  250 

Happy  is  he  who  fears  the  Lord  216 

Happy  the  city  where  their  fons  280 

Happy  the  man  to  whom  his  God  60 

Happy  the  man  whofe  cautious  feet  5 

le,  O  God,  nor  hide  thy  face  189 

Hear  what  the  Lord  in  vinon  laid  163 

Help,  Lord,  for  men  of  virtue  fail  23 

He  reigns  :  the  Lord  the  Saviour  reigns  1S2 

He  who  hath  made  his  refuge  God  170 

High  in  the  heav'ns,  eternal  God  70 

How  awful  is  thy  chafl'ning  rod  146 

How  did  my  heart  rejoice  to  hear  24S 

How  fail  their  guilt  and  forrow  rife  29 

Kcw  long,  O  Lord  iliall  1  complain  24 

How  long  wilt  thou  conceal  thy  face  25 

How  pleafant,  how  divinely  fair  154 

How  pleafant  'tis  to  fee  262 

How  pleas'd  and  blefs'd  was  I  249 

How  fhall  the  young  fecure  their  hearts  2^1 

I    J 

TEHOVAH  reigns  :  he  dwells  in  W^wt  174 

J  J  ejus  y  our  Lord,  afcend  thy  throne  212 

Jefus  (hall  reign  where-e'er  the  fun  135 

'f  God  fucceed  not,  all  the  cofc  254 

If  God  to  build  the  houfedeny     -  254 

I  I  iff  my  foul  to  God  ri 

I'll  b.efs  the  Lord  from  day  to  day  66 

'11  praife  my  Maker  with  my  breath  284 

['li  ipeak  the  honors  of  my  King  %S 

I 


T      A      B      L      E. 

t  lave  the  Lord  :  he  heard  my  cries 

In  all  my  vail  concerns  with  thee 

Jn  anger.  Lord,  rebuke  me  not 

In  God*s  own  houfe  pronounce  his  praife 

In  Jiidah,  God  of  old  was  known 

Into  thine  hand,  O  God  of  truth 

Joy  to  the  world  ;  the  Lord  is  come  185 

]  fet  tlie  Lord  before  my  face  31 

Is  there  ambition  in  my  heart  258 

It  is  the  Lord  our  Saviour's  hand  ip2 

Judge  me,  O  Lord,  and  prove  my  ways  54 

Judges,  who  rule  the  world  by  laws  1 1 1 

Juft  are  thy  ways  and  true  thy  word  3- 

i  waited  patient  for  the  Lord  79 

1  will  extol  thee,  Lord,  on  high  56 

L 

LET  all  the  earth  their  voices  raifc  181 

Let  all  the  heathen  writers  join  234 

Let  children  hear  the  mighty  deeds  147 

Let  ev'ry  creature  join  292 

Let  er'ry  tongue  thy  goodnefs  fpeak  282 

L^r  /inner?  take  their  courfc  108 

Let  Sion  in  her  King  rejoice  89 

Let  Zion  and  her  fons  rejoice  1 91 

Long  as  I  live,  Lll  biefs  thv  name  281 

Lord,  hall:  thou  ca  1  Nenv-Englnn^^ oS  112 

Lord,  I  am  thine  :  but  thoti  wiit  prove  33 

Lord,  I  can  fufFer  thy  rebukes  13 

Lord,  I  am  vile,  concfiv'd  in  fin  103 

Lord,  I  eileem  thy  judc^ments  right  233 

Lord,  if  thine  eves  furvey  our  faults  168 

Lord,  if  thou  doft  not  foon  appear  22 

Lord,  I  have  made  thy  word  my  choice  234 

Lord,  in  the  morning  thou  (halt  hear  1 1 

Lord,  I  will  blefs  thee  all  my  days  65 

Lord.  I  would  fpread  my  fore  dillrefs  10; 
liord,  of  the  worlds  above 


T      A      B      L      E. 

Pags 

Lord,  thou  hall  call'd  thy  grace  to  mind  158 

Lord,  thou  haft  heard  thy  fervant  cry  224. 
Lord,  thou  halt  fearch'd  and  feen  me  thro*     270 

Lord,  thoa  haft  feen  my  foul  ilncere  34, 

Lord,  thou  wilt  hear  me  v/hen  I  pray  1 1 

Lordj  'tis  apleafant  thing  to  Hand  174 

Lordj  we  have  heard  thy  works  of  old  84 

Lord,  what  a  feeble  piece  170 

Lojd,  what  a- thoughtlefs  wretch  was  I  13S 

Lord,  what  is  man,  poor  feeble  man  279 

Lord,  what  was  man,  when  made  at  iirll;  i3 

Lord,  when  I  count  thy  mercies  o'er  276 

Lord,  when  thou  didft  afcend  on  higk  125 

Loud  Hallelujahs  to  the  Lord  2g<:^ 

Lo!  what  aglor'ons  corner-rione"  227 

Lo!  what  an  entci-taining  iight  zG^ 

■rr  !( 

iVl 

AKEP.  and  foy'reign  Lord  5: 

Mercy  and  judgment  are  my  foa-g:  1%% 

^ine  ^-jQs  and  my  deiire  S'h 

Aiy  God,  accept  my  early  vows  276 

My  God,  confider  my  diflrefs  238 

My  God,  how  many  are  my  fears  ,9 

My  God,  in  Vvhom  are  all  the  fprings  1 10 

My  God,  my  everlalHng  hope  132 

My  God,  my  King,  thy  var'ous  praife-  280 

My  God,  permit  my  tongue  i  16 

My  God,  the  ifeps  of  pious  men  7.!. 

My  God,  whai  inward  grief  I  feel  273 

My  heart  rejoices  in  thy  name  53> 

My  never-ceafmg  fongs  (hall  ihow  i6i 

My  refuge  is  the  God  of  love  21 

My  right'ous  judge,  my  gracious  Gcd  t^'jj 

My  Saviour,  and  my  King  8^ 

My  Siiviour,  my  almighty  Friend  132 

My  iliepherd  is  the  living  Lord  4/ 

B  b^  My 


T       A.      B      I.      E. 

My  fhepherd  will  fupply  my  need 
My-  foul,  how  lovely  is  the  place 
My  foul  lies  cleaving  to  the  dull 
My  foul,  repeat  his  praiie 
My  foul,  thy  great  Creator  praife 
My  fpirit  looks  to  God  alone 
My  fpirit  fmks  within  me.  Lord 
My  trail  is  in  my  -heav'idy  friend 

N 

NO  fieep  n©r  fi umber  to  his  eyes 
Not  toourfelves,  who  are  but  dull 
Not  to  our  names,  thou  only  juft  and  true 
Now  be  my  heart  infpir'd  to  fmg 
Now  from  the  roaring  lion's  rage 
Noiv  I'm  convinc'd  the  Lord  is  kin^ 
Now  let  our  lips  with  holy  fear      * 
New  let  our  mournful  fongs  record 
Now  may  the  God  of  pdw'r  and  grace 
Now  plead  my  caufe.  Almighty  God 
Now  fhall  my  folemn  vows  be  paid 

O 

OAll  ye  nations,  praife  the  Lord 
O  bleiled  fouls  are  they 
O  blefs  the  Lord,  my  foul 
Of  juftice  and  of  grace  1  fmg 
O  for  a  fliout  of  iacred  joy 
O  God,  my  refuge,  hear  my  cries 
O  God  of  grace  and  right'oufnefs 
O  God  of  mercy,  hear  my  call 
O  happy  man  whofe  foul  is  fiiTd 
O  happy  nation,  where  the  Lard 
O  how  I  love  thy  holy  law 
O  Lord  how  many  are  my  foes 
O  Lord,  oar  heav'nly  King 
O  Lord,  our  Lord,  how  wond'rous  great 
Our  States,  O  Lord,  with  fongs  of  praife 
©  that  the  Lord  would  guide  my  ways 


T       A       B       L      E, 

fags 

O  that  thy  ftatutes  ev'ry  hour  242 

O  thqa  who  hear'il:  when  fmners  cry  104. 

O>hou  whofe  grace  and  juilice  reign  249- 

O  thou  whofe  juitice  reigns  on  high  109 

Oar  God,  our  help  in  ages  pafl  167 

Out  of  the  deeps  of  long  diilrsfs  256 

O  what  a  fiiiF  rebeirous  houfe  147 

P 

|RATSE  waits  in  Slon,  Lord,  for  thee  120 

Praife  ye  the  Lord,  exalt  his  name  263 

Praife  ye  the  Lord  :  ray  heart  ill  ail  join  283 

Praife  ye  the  Lord  :   'tis  good  to  raife  285 

Preferve  me.  Lord,  in  time  of  need  29 

R 

EjOICE  ye  right'ous  in  the  Lord  62 

Reaiemberj  Lord,  our  mortal  itatO'  165 

Retura,  O  God  of  love,  return  169 

S 

-O  ALVATION  is  for  ever  nigh  i^^ 

jJJSave  me,  O  God,  the  Avelling  Hoods  127 

Save  me,  O  Lord,  from  ev'ry  foe  30 

See  what  a  living  Itone  226 

Shew  pity.  Lord,  O  Lord  1  forgive  102 

Shine  mighty  God  on  ail  the  land  123 

Sing,  all  ye  nations,  to  the  Lord  122 

Sing  to  the  Lord  aloud           ~  ics^ 

Sing  to  the  Lord  Jeho^'ahh  name  17S 

Sing  to  the  Lord  with  joyful  voice  187 

Sing  to  the  Lord,  ye  diii:ant  lands  180 

Songs  of  immortal  praife  belong  213 

Soon  as  1  heard  my  Father  fay  ^^ 

Sure  there's  a  right'ous  God  139 

Sweet  is  the  mem'ry  of  thy  g.race  282 

Sweet  is  the  work,  my  God,  my  King  173 

TE  ACPI  me  the  meal^ure  of  my  days  77 

Th' Almighty  reigns  exalted  high  183 

B  b  2  That 


TABLE. 

PagTf- 

That  man  is  blefl  who  Hands  in  awe  214 

The  earth  for  ever  is  the  Lord's  50 

T/iee  wijl  1  love,  O  Lord;  my  ilrength  33 

The  God  y^ho-jah  reigns  I, 85' 

The  God  of  glory  fends  his  fummofls  forth  99 

The  God  of  our  falvatioa  hears  11^ 

The  God  to  whom  revenge  belongs  i;:6- 

The  he^av'ns  declare  thy  glory  Lord  40 

The  King  of  faints,  how  fair  his  face  87 

The  Lord  appears  my  lielper  now  224 

The  Lord,  how  wond'rous  are  his  wajs  193, 

The  Lord  jebo'vah  reigns  •l?^.. 

The  Lord  is  come,  tSe  heavens  proclaim  i8j- 

The  Lord  my  fhepherd  is  49% 

The  Lord  of  glory  is  my  light  54^- 
The  Lord  of  glory  reigns,  he  reigns  on  liigh    175;' 

The  Lord,  the  Judge,  before  his  throne  95: 

The  Lord,  the  Jadge,  his  churches  warns  97 

The  Lord  the  iov'reign  King  ix^S- 
The   Lord,    the  fov'reign,   fends    his    fjmmoni 

(forth     9,7 

The  man  is  ever  bleft  4 

The  praife  of  Sion  waits  for  thee  117 

The  wonders.  Lord,  thy  love  has  wrought  81 

Think,  migkty  God,  on  feeble  man  165 

Thi?  is  the  day  the  Lord  hath  made  225 

This  fpacious  earth  is  all  the  Lord's  50 

Thou  art  my  portion,  O  my  God  230 

Thou  God  of  love,  thou  ever  blell  244 

Thro'  ev'ry  age,  eternal  God  166 

Thrice  happy  man  who  fears  the  Lord  215 

Thus  f  rcfolv'd  before  the  Lord  ^jj 

Thus  faith  the  Lord,  the  fpacious  fields  95 

Thus  faith  the  Lord,  your  work  is  vaia  80 

Thus  the  eternal  Father  fpake  219 

Thus  the  great  Lord  of  earth  and  fea  211 

Thy  mercies  fill  the  earth,  O  Lord  235^ 

Thy  name.  Almighty  Lord  223. 

Thy 


T       A       B       L      E. 

Tags 

Thy  works  of  glory,  mighty  Lord  20S 

Ti?  by  thy  llrength  the  mountains  Hand  120 

To  God  l' cr y ' d  witii  mm rnful  voice  1 44 

To  God  I  made  my  forrow«  kno\va_  277 

To  God  the  great,  the  ever  blell:  203 

To  neav*n  I  lift  my  v/aiting  eyes  246 

To  oar  Almighty  Maker,  God  184 

To  thee,  before  the  dawning  light  229 

To  thee,  moft  koly,  and  moft  high  142 

To  thine  almighty  arm  we  owe  37 

'Twas  for  thy  fake,  eternal  God  l|l 

'Twas  from  thy  hand,  my  God,  I  came  272 

'Twas  in  the  vvatthes  of  the  night  114 
U 

A  I  N  man  on  foolifh  pleafures  bent  206 

Unlhaken  as  the  facred  hill  251 

Up  from  my  youth,  may  Ijr\l  fay  255 

•Up  to  the~ hills  I  lift  mine  eyes  245 

Upward  I  lift  mine  eyes  247 

I  -  ^^ 

WE  blefs  the  Lord,  the  juft  and  good  126 

We  love  thee.  Lord,  and  we  adore  36 

What  fnall  I  render  to  my  God  222 

When  Chrift  to  judgment  doth  defcend  96 

When  God  is  nigh,  my  faith  is  Urong  30 

I  When  God,  provok'dwith  daring  crimes  209 

•  When  God  reiior'd  our  captive  ftate  252 

'  jWhen  God  reveal'dhis  gracious  name  2^3 

^  |When  Ifrel  freed  from  Pharaoh's  hand  218 

When  IJPel  fins,  the  Lord  reproves  148^ 

When  I  with  pleafing  wonder  Hand  275 

When  man  grows  bold  in  fin  71 

When  overwhelmM  with  grief  lia 

vVhen  pain  and  anguilh.  feize  me.  Lord  243 

vVhen  the  great  Judge,  fupreme  andjult  19 

inhere  fhall  the  man  be  found  ^2 

iF^here  ihall  we  go  to  feek  and  find  259 
B  b  3                      Whik 


TABLE. 

While  men  grow  bold  in  wichcd  ways 
V/hile  I  keep  filence  ^nJ  conceal 
Who  fl-iall  afcend  r"-  ^  — 'nly  p:ace       ^.^  * 
Who  fh^ll  inlAbi:  1     ^  ■  f':^ 

Who  will  arife  anci  pi^aa  my  right        y  ""* 
•Why  did  the  J^e^^s  proclaim  their  rage" 
"Why  did  the  nations  join  to  (iay 
Why  do  the  proud  iniult  the  poor  * 

Why  do  the  wealthy  wick^^d  boad 
Why  doth  the  Lord  (land  oh-  fo  tar 
Why  doth  the  man  of  riches  grow 
Why  has  my  God  my  loul  foribok 
Whv  fhoald  1  vex  my  foul,  and  fret 
Will  God  for  ever  caft  us  ofF 
With  ail  my  pow'rs  of  heart  and  tongue 
Withearneft  longings  of  the  mind 
With  my  whole  heart  I'll  raife  my  fong 
With  my  whole  heart  I've  fought  thy  face 
With  re'v'rence  let  the  faints  appear 
With  fongs   and  honors  founding  loud 
V/ould  you  behold  the  works  of  God 
Y 

YE  holy  fouls  in  God  rejoi^ce 
Ye  illands  of  the  Northern  fea 
Ye  nations  round  the  earth  rejoice 
Yefervants  of  th'  Almighty  King 
Ye  fons  of  men,  a  feeble  race 
Ye  fons  of  pride  who  hate  the  juft 
Ye  who  delight  to  ferve  the  Lord 
Ye  who  obey  th'  immortal  King 
Ye  tribes  q'i  Adam,  join 
Vet  (faith  the  Lord)  if  Da^vid^s  race 


THE     END. 


Ih  y  m  n  s| 

#"         ^^/it/6^  AN©        i^ac^-l^iAJh^ 

IsPJRITUAL  SONGsJ 
I  In  three  Books :  L 

t  I 

m  I.    CcUeaed  from  the  Scriptures,       1^ 
"'I  IL   Compofed  on  Bivine  SiihjeSfs,      I, 
III.  Prepared  for  the  Lord's  Supper 

By   I.  WATTS,  D.  D. 


And  they  fling  a  nenv  Song,  faying,  'Thou  art 
ijjorthy,  &c.  for  thou  <vj!aft  flain,  and  hafi 
redeemed  us,  &c. — R E  v .  v .  i x . 

Soliti  effent  [i.  e.  Christianij  convenire, 
carmenque,  Chrifto  quail  Deo  dicere. 

Plin.  in  EpiJI. 


B     O     S     TON: 

Printed  by  PETER  EDES,  for  J.  Boyle,  ^^ 
Marlborough- Street  ;  B.  Larkin,  Cornhill;  % 
and  J,  White,  Court- Street. 

MDCCLXXXVII. 


HYMNS 

AND 

SPIRITUAL     SONGS, 
"  BOO     K      I. 

COLLECTED  FROM  THE  HOLY  SCRIPTURES. 

I.  A  nenji'  Jong  to  the  Lamb  that  ivas  Jhltit  Rev, 

1   "¥5  E  H  O  L  D  the  glories  of  the  Lamb, 

x3     Amidft  his  Father's  throne  : 
Prepare  new  honors  for  his  name. 

And  fongs,  before  unknown. 
z  Let  elders  vvorihip  at  his  feet. 

The  church  adore  around. 
With  vials  full  of  odours  fweet^ 

And  harps  of  fweeteft  found. 

3  Thofe  are  the  prayers  of  the  faints> 

And  thefe  the  hymns  they  raife  ; 
Jefus  is  kind  to  our  complaints. 

He  loves  to  hear  our  praife. 

[4  Eternal  Father,  who  Ihall  look 

Into  thy  fecret  uill  r 
Who  but  the  Son  ihall  take  that  book. 

And  open  ev'ry  feal  ? 

5  He  (hall  fulfil  thy  great  decrees  ; 
The  Son  deferves  it  well  : 

Lo,  in  his  hand  the  fov'reign  keys  V 

Ofheav'n,   and  death,  and    hell!] 

6  Now  to  the  Lamb  that  once  was  flain,        ^ 
Be  endlefs  bleifings  paid  : 

Salvation,  glory,  joy,  remain 
For  ever  on  thy  head. 

A  2  7  Tfeo« 


4  HYMNS     AND  B.  L 

7  Thou  has  redeem'd  our  foa  s  with  blood. 

Malt  fee  the  pris'nefs  free  : 
Hdfc  made  us  kings  and  prieits  to  God, 

And  we  fnall  reign  with  thee. 

5  The  worlds  of  nature  and  of  grace 
Are  pat  beneath  thy  pow'r  ;  ^ 

Then  fnorten  theie  de  aying  days. 
And  bring  the  promis'd  hour. 

II.  T/je   Deity    and  humanity  of  ChriH,   John  u 
I,  3,  14.  Col.  i.  16.  Eph.  lii.  9,   10. 

1  T7  'EIv  the  blue  heav'ns  were  ftretchM  abroad^ 
\2j  Efom  eveilalting  was  the  Word  ; 

With  God  he  was,  the  Word  was  GoDjj 
And  mufl  divinely  be  ador'd. 

2  ^1  his  own  po.v'r  were  all  things  made, 
Ey  him  fupported,  all  things  lland  : 

He  is  the  whole  creation's  head. 
And  aagels  fly  at  his  command. 

3  E'er  fm  was  born,  or  fatan  fell. 
He  led  the  hoil  of  morning  fiars  ; 
(Thy  generation  who  can  tell. 

Or  count  the  number  of  thy  years  ?) 

4  But  lo,  he  leaves  thcfe  heav'nly  forms. 
The  word  dcfcends  and  dwells  in  clay. 
That  he  may  hold  coiiverie  with  worms, 
Drcfg'd  in  {uch  feeble  flefh  a?  they. 

5  Mortals  with  joy  beheld  his  face, 
Tn'  eternal  Father's  only  Sen  ; 
"low  full  of  tr43th  1  how  full  of  grace  ! 
When  thro'  his  fleih  the  godhe:;d  fhonel 

6  Archangels  leave  their  high  abode. 
To  learn  new  myft'ries  here,  and  tell 
The  loves  of  our  defcendir.g  God, 
The  gloi  ics  of  Emanii:L 

III.  Thi 


B.  I.      SPIRITUAL    SONGS.        S 

III.  Tbe  naiinjUy  o/'Chrift,  Lu.  i.  30,  Cif<r.  ii.  10, 

1   "13  E  H  O  L  D,   the  grace  appears  ! 
J|3^     The  prcmife  is  fuilil'd  ; 

Mciryy  the  wond'rous  virgin,  bears^ 
And  J  ejus  is  the  child  1 

[2  The  lord  the  highell  God 

Calls  him  his  only  Son  : 
He  bids  him  rule  the  lands  abroad. 

And  gives  him  Z)^x'/<2"s  throne.        " 

3  O'er  'Jacob  fnall  he  reign 
With  a  peculiar  fvvay  ; 

The  nations  ihall  his  grace  obtain. 
His  kingdom  ne'er  decay. 

4  Tx>  bring  the  glor'o-as  news 
A  heav'nly  form  appears  ; 

He  tells  the  fhepherds  of  their  joysi- 
And  baniihes  their  fears. 

5  Goy  humble  fvoain 5 y  (faid  he) 
^    Tc  D avid' J- <://)' _/?v ; 

^he  prcmis' d Infant  horn  io-dayy 
Dofh  in  a  tn anger  lie. 

6  With  looks  and  hearts  Jeremy 
Goy  njijit  Q^ifx'k,  your  khig  ; 

And  Ilrait  a  flaming  troop  was  feen  |-> 
The  ihepherds  heard  them  fmg— - 

7  Glory  io  God  on  high  ! 

And  heav'nly  peace  on  earth  :■ 
Good  <zvili  to  msn,  to  angels  joy  g- 
At  the  Redeemer'' s  birth  I 

[8  In  worfhip  fo  divine. 

Let  faints  employ  their  tongues  ;: 
With  the  celeft'al  hoft  wc  join, 

And  loud  repeat  their  fongs  ; 

A-  3;  ^  Glorj' 


6  HYMNS     A!:3         B.  L 

I  Glory  to  God  on  high  ! 
And  heai)'' nly  peace  on  earthy 
Good  ivtll-to  m^ny  to  angels  jcyy 
At  our  RedeeTr.er^ s  birth. 

IV.  HYMN,     referred  to  IT.    P  S  A  L  M. 

V.  SubmiJJion  to   aj/iifti-oe  pro^videncesy  ]o\).  \.  22.- 

I  '^T  A  K  E  D,  as  from  the  earth  we  camt^^ 

XN       And  crept  to  life  at  £rit. 
We  t®  the  earth  rt^turn  again. 

And  miiv-Tle  v.  ith  our  duft. 

o 

^  The  dear  delights  we  here  enjoy. 

And  fondly  call  our  own. 
Are  bnt  iTiort  favors  borrow 'd  now. 
To  be  repaid  anon. 

3  'Tis  GcD  who  lifts  our  comforts  high^ 
O-  iinks  thein  in  the  grave  ; 
He  gives,  and  (bleffed  be  his  name  !) 
He  takes  but  what  he  gave. 

Peace,  all  our  angry  paffioas  tlien  ;. 
Let  each  rebeli'ous  figh 
Be  filent  at  his  fov'reign  vvill. 
And  ev*ry  murraur  die. 

5  If  fmlliog  mercy  crown  our  live?. 

Its  praiies  fnall  be  fprcad. 
And  vve'il  adore  the  juitice  too. 

Which  (Irikes  our  comforts  dead. 

VI.     Triumph  o'ver  death,  }ob  xix.  25,  26,  TSJ-,. 

I    y'^^REAT  QoD,  I. own  thy  fentencejuft*, 
Vjy     And  nature  mull:  decay  9 

1  yield  my  body  to  the  duih 

To  dwell  with  fellow  clay. 

2  Yet  faith-can  triumph  o'er  the  grave. 

And  trample  on  the  tombs  : 
yiy  Jeps,  my  Redeemer  lives  ! 

My  QoD,  ray  Saviour  c©ni«s^  5  Ths. 


I 


B.  I.      SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 

3  The  mighty  conq'ror  fhall  appear 

Hl^hon  a  royalieat, 
And  death,  the  lad  of  all  his  foes. 

Lie  vanquiih'd  at  hh  feet. 

4.  Tho'  greedy  worms  devoin^  my  ikin» 

And  ^naw  my  wafting  Reili, 
When  God  fnall  build  my  bones  again^ 

He'll  clothe  them  all  afrefh. 
5  Then  mail  I  fee  thy  lovely  face 

With  ftrong  iramartai  eyes. 
And  feafl  upca  thy  uakuown  grace 

With  pleafo-re  and  furprife. 

Vir.  Tbs  invitation  of  the  go/pel,  Tfa.  Iv.  il^i 

1  T    ET  tv'ry  -'^-^tal  ear  attend^. 
J^_y     And  ev'ry  heart  rejoice,    - 

The  trumpet  of  the  gofpel  founds 
With  an  inviting  voice. 

2  Ko  1  all  ye  hungry  ftarf  ing  foals^ 
^  Who  feed  upon  the  wind. 

And  vainly  flrive  with  earthly  toysy 
To  fill  an  empty  mind: 

3  Eternal  wifdom  has  prepared 
A  foul-revi-vi-ng  feaft. 

And  bids  your  longing  appetites 
The  rich  provifion  tafte, 

4  Ho  1  ye  who  pant  for  living  f^reanij,. 
And  pine  away  and  die  ; 

Here  you  may  quench  your  raging  thirii 
With  :^rings  that  never  dry. 

^   Rivers  of  love  and  mercy  here 

In  a  ricl>  ocean  join  ; 
Salvation  in  abundance  ilows^ 

Like  floods  of  milk  and  wine,. 

\6  Ye  peri{hing  and-  naked  poor^, 
WhQ  work,  with  mighty  pain,,. 


To^ 


g         HYMNS     AKr>  B.  I 

To  weave  a  garment  of  your  own. 
Which  will  not  hide  your  Ilain  : 

7  Come,   naked,  and  adorn  your  fouls 
With  robes  prepar'd  by  Gon, 

Wrought  by  the  labours  of  his  Son, 
And  dy'd  in  his  own  blood.] 

8  Dear  God,   the  treafures  of  thy  love 
Are  everlafting  mines, 

Deep  as  our  helplcfs  mis'ries  are. 
And  boundlefs  as  our  fins  ! 

9  The  happy  gates  of  gofpel  grace. 
Stand  open  night  and  day  ; 

Lord,  we  are  come  to  feek  fupplies. 
And  drive  our  wants  away. 

VIII.   ProteBion  of  the  church,  If.  xxvi.  I.  &C,- 

I   TT  O  W  honorable  is  the  place, 

X  A     Where  we  adoring  {land, 
Zio:u  the  glory  of  the  earth. 

And  beauty  of  the  land  ! 

e  Bulwarks  of  mighty  grace  .defend 

The  city  where  we  dwell ; 
The  walls,  of  ftrong  falvation  made. 

Defy  th'  affaults  of  hell. 

3  Lift  up  the  everlafting  gates. 
The  doors  wide  open  fling  ; 

Enter,  ye  nations,  and  obey  . 
The  ftatute  of  our  King. 

4  Here  ihall  you  tafte  unmingled  joys*  • 
And  live  in  perfeft  peace  ; 

You  who  have  known  Jebo-uah^s  name,. 
And  ventur'd  on  his  grace. 

5  Truft  in  the  Lord,  for  ever  truft. 
And  banilh  all  your  fears  ; 

Strength  in  the  Lord  Jeho'vub  dwells, 
Eumal  as  his  years..  6  What: 


B.  I.       SPIRITUAL  SONGS.        9 

6  What  tho'  the  rebels  dwell  ©a  high  5 
His  arm  fnall  bring  them  low  ; 

Low  as  the  caverns  of  the  grave 
Their  lofty  heads  inall  bow. 

7  Oa  Bafylon  our  £tQt  inail  tread. 
In  that  rejoicing  hour  5 

The  ruins  of  her  walls  fnall  fpread 
A  pavement  for  the  poor. 

IX.  ^ke  promifes  of  the  coi'enant  ef  grace ^  Ifa.  Iv» 
1,2.  Zech.  X.  iii.  i.  Mic.  vii.  19.  Exs.  xisvi- 
25. 

N  vain  we  lavifh  out  our  lives. 
To  gather  empty  wind  ■; 
The  choiccil  bleiTmgs  earth  can  yield 
V/ill  ftarve  a  hungry  mind. 

2  Come,  and  the  Lord  fhall  feed  our  foulsj 
With  more  fabftantial  meat. 

With  fach  as  faints  in  glory  love. 
With  fach  as  angels  eat. 

3  Our  Go  D  will  ev'ry  want  /upply. 
And  fill  our  hearts  with  peace  ; 

Ke  gives  by  cov'nant  and  by  oath 
The  riches  of  his  grace. 

4  Come,  and  ^rit'W  cleanfe  our  fpotted  fouls'^ 
And  wai^  away  our  ftains 

In  the  dear  fountain  which  his  Son 
Pour'd  from  his  dying  veins. 

[5  Our  guilt  fnall  vanifh  all  away, 

Tho'  black  as  hell  before  ; 
Our  fins, ihall  f.nk  beneath  the  fea. 

And  fhall  be  found  no  more. 

6  kvi^  left  pollution  (hould  o'erfpread 

Our  inward  pow'rs  again. 
His  Spirit  fhall  bedew  our  fouls^ 

With  purifying  raia. 

7  c« 


lo        HYMNS     AND         B.  I 

7  Our  heart,  that  flinty  ftab.born  thing. 

Which  terrors  cannot  move. 
Which  fears  no  thre^^i'nings  of  his  wrath. 

Snail  be  difTo'iv'd  by  love  : 

6  Or  he  will  take  the  flint  away 

Which  wcald  not  be  re  fin 'd, . 
And  from  the  treafures  of  his  grace 

Eeflow  a  fof^er  mind. 

9  There  fliall  his  facred  Spirit  dwell. 
And  deep  engrave  his  law. 

And  ev'ry  motion  of  our  fouls 
To  fweet  obedience  draw. 

10  Thus  will  he  pour  falvation  down. 
And  we  (hall  render  praiie  ; 

We,  the  dear  people  of  his  love. 
And  he  oar  God  of  grace.     . 

A.   Bltjfcdnefs  of  go/pel  time  y  Tfa.  v.  2,  7,  ^c, 

1  TTOW  beaut'ous  are  their  feet 
\  J[     W^ho  ftand  on  Zton\  hill, 

Wno  bring  falvation  on  their  tongues^, 
And  words  of  peace  reveal  ! 

2  How  charming  is  their  voice  1 
How  fweet  the  tidings  are  1 

*f  Zion,  behold  thy  Saviour  King, 
''  He  reigns  and  triumphs  herii." 

3  How  happy  are  our  ears. 
That  hear  this  joyful  found, 

"Which  kings  and  prophets  waited  for. 
And  fought  but  never  found  ! 

4  How  blefled  are  our  eyes. 
Which  fee  this  heav'nly  light  ; 

Prophets  and  kings  defir'd  it  long. 
But  dy'd  without  the  fight  1 

5  The  watchmen  join  their  voice, 

A-nd  tuneful  notes  employ  ;  Jeni/akm 


B.  I.     SPIRITUAL  SONGS.-     II 

JerufcJem  breaks  forth  in  fongs. 
And  defarts  learn  the  joy. 

6  The  Lord  makes  bare  his  arm 

Thro'  all  the  earth  abroad  ; 
Let  ev'ry  nation  now  behoid 

Theif  Saviour  and  their  God. 

XI.  The  fo'vereignty  of  grace^  Lu.  x.  21,    22. 

HERE  was  an  hour  when  Chrifi  rejoiced , 
And  {poke  his  joy  in  words  of  praife; 
"  Father,  I  thank  thee,  mighty  God, 
•'  Lord  of  the  earth,  and  heav'ns  and  feas. 

z  ''  I  thank  thy  fov'reign  pow'r  and  love, 
'^  V/hich  crowns  my  dcilrine  with  fuccefs  ; 
■'  And  makes  the  babes  in  knowledge  learn 
■'  The  heights  &  breadths,  and  lengths  of  grace, 

5  "  Bat  all  this  glory  lies  conceal'd 

'  From  men  of  prudence  and  of  wit  ; 

■^  The  prince  of  darknefs  blinds  their  eyes, 

^  And  their  own  pride  refills  the  Kght. 

[.  "  Father,  'tis  thus,  becaufe  thy  will 
'  Chofe  and  ordain'd  it  fhould  be  fo  ; 

,'  'Tis  thy  delight  t'  abafe  the  proud, 
'  And  lay  the  haughty  fcorner  low. 

;  "  There's  none  can  know  the  Father  rights 
'  But  thofe  who  learn  it  from  the  Son  ; 
'  Nor  can  the  Son  be  well  receiv'd 

*  But  where  the  Father  makes  him  known." 

*  Then  let  our  fouls  adore  our  God, 
Vho  deals  his  graces  as  he  pleafe  ;. 
^Tor  gives  to  mortals  an  account 

Dr  of  his  aftions,  or  decrees. 

XIL  Free  grace  repealing  Chr^,  Luke  x.  iz, 

|i    ^E  S  U  S,  the  man  of  conftant  grief, 
/      A  mourner  all  his  days  j  His 


12         HYMNS     ANB         B.  I 

His  fpirit  once  rejoic'd  aloua, 
And  turn'd  his  joy  to  praife. 

2  Father,  I  thank  thy  nvon^'rons  lovg^ 
Which  hath  re'vea'Vd  thy  Son 

%o  7ne7i  unlearned  ;  and  to  babes 
Has  made  thy  g^fpel  kno'-Mn. 

3  The  myjl'^ries  of  redeeming  grace 
Are  hidden  frcm  the  ivi/e, 

While  pride  and  carnal  reasonings  join 
Toj'-jjell  and  blind  their  eyes. 

4  Thus  doth  the  Lord  of  heav'n  and  earth 
His  great  decrees  fulfil, 

And  orders  all  his  works  of  grace 
By  his  own  fov'reign  will. 

XIII.  The  titles  and  kingdom  of  ChriJ},  If.  xi.  2,6,7 

1  /  ■  ^  H  E  lands  which  long  in  darknefs  lay, 

X    Now  have  beheld  a  heav'nly  light  ; 
Nations  which  fat  in  death's  cofd  faade 
Are  blefs'd  with  beams  divinely  bright. 

2  The  virgin's  promis'd  Son  is  born  ; 
Behold  th'  expefled  child  appear  1 
What  (hall  his  names  or  titles  be  ?, 
The  Wondeful,  the  Counfellor. 

{3  This  Infant  is  the  Mighty  God, 
Come  to  befuckled  and  ador'd  ; 
Th*  Eternal  Father,  Prince  of  Peace, 
The  Son  of  David,  and  hi^  Lord.] 

4  The  government  of  earth  and  fea$ 
Upon  his  fhoulders  fhall  be  laid  ; 
His  wide  domin'ons  Ihall  increafe; 

-^nd  honors  to  his  name  be  paid. 

5  Jefus,  the  holy^hild,  fhall  fit 
Hi?h  on  his  Father  Da^jid's  throne. 
Shall  crufli  his  foes  beneath  his  feet, 

Aad  reign  to  ages  yet  unknown.       '    XIV.  Th. 


m.  I.     SPIRITUAL  SONGS.        j^ 

XIV.    The  tr-i'.mph  of  Fa'.ih,   Rem.    viii.  33, 

1  l  fw'  HO  'IpII  the  Lord's  e'led  cQndema  I 

Y '/  Ti^  God  whojuilili^s  their  iouis^ 
And  irif-cy.  like  a  mighty  ftream, 
'O'er  ail  t:jek  iins  divinely  rolls. 

2  Who  flia'j  aajadp-e  th-  lai  >rs  to  hell  ? 

Andtns  ^a;v.-:i.  •   to  :u.u  ._ 
Behold  him  riv.x.^  f-om  the  dead. 

3  He  lives  !  he  lives  1  and  fits  abovC;, 
For  ever  inte;  ceding  there  : 

V/ho  ihall  divide  us  from  Jiis  love. 
Or  what  ilisll  tempt  us  to  deipair  ? 

4  Shall  perfecution,  or  didrefs. 
Famine;,  or  fward,  or  nakedpeis  ? 

Ke  '.vho  hath  lov'd  us,  bears  a:  ^'hrougn. 
And  makes  us  more  thaa  conqu'rors  10©, 

5  Faith  has  an  overcoming  povv'r, 
Jt  triumphs  in  the  dying  hour  : 
Chriji  is  our  life,  our  joy,  our  hope. 
Nor  can  we  fink  with  fuch  a  prop. 

6  Not  a!I  that  men  on  earth  can  ^o. 
Nor  pow'rs  on  high,  nor  pow'ri  be'cvv. 
Shall  caufe  his  mercy  to  remove. 

Or  wean  our  hearts  from  Chrifi  cur  love. 

XV.    Our  o~jjn  nxreaknefs,   and   Chriji  our  Jtrengih^ 

2  Cor.  xd.  7,  9,  10. 
s    T    E  T  me  but  hear  my  Saviour  fay, 

\_j  Strength  Jloall  he  equal  to  thy  day , 
Then  I'll  rejoice  in  deep  diftrefs. 
Leaning  on  all-TLifHcient  grace. 

2  I'll  glorv  in  infirmity. 
That  Chriji^  ewn  pow'r  may  refl  on  me  5 
When  I  am  v/eak,   then  am  I  ftrong-, 
Grace  is  ray  Ihieldy  and  Chriji  my  fong. 


14        HYMNS     ANB         B.  I. 

3  I  can  do  all  things,  or  can  bear 
AH  fufF'rings,  while  my  Lord  be  here  ; 
Sweet  pleaiures  mingle  with  the  pains, 
Vv^hile  his  left:  hand  my  head  fufcains. 

4  But  if  the  Lord  be  once  withdrawn. 
And  we  attempt  the  work  alone. 
When  new  temptations  fpring  and  rife. 
We  find  how  great  our  weaknefs  is. 

5  So  Samp/on,  when^ifi  hair  was  lofl. 
Met  the  PbiliJUfies  to  his  coft  ; 
Shook  his  vain  limbs  with  fad  furprife. 
Made  feeble  fight,  and  loft  his  eyes. 

XVI.  Ho/anna  to  Chnfi,  Mat.  xxi.  9.  Lu.  xlx.  38. 

1  U  O  S  A  N  N  A  to  the  royal  Son, 
X\.     Of  Da^oid''s  antient  line. 

His  natures  two,   his  perfon  one, 
Myller'ous  and  divine, 

2  The  root  of  David  here  we  find. 
And  oirspring  is  the  fame  ; 

Eternity,  and  time  are  join'd 
In  our  Eman'eVs  name. 

3  Blefc  He  who  comes  to  wretched  men 
With  peaceful  news  from  heav'n  I 

Hojannas  of  the  higheft  ftrain 
To  Chrifi  the  Lord  be  giv'n  I 

4  Let  mortals  ne'er  refufe  to  take 
Th'  ho/anna  on  their  tongues. 

Left  rocks  and  ftones  ftiould  rife,  and  break 
Their  filencc  into  foags. 

XVII.   ViSiory  o'ver  Deaths    1  Cor.    xv,  55,  &C, 

I   f~\  For  aJ^  over-coming  faith 

\J     To  cheer  my  dying  hours. 
To  triumph  o'er  the  monfter  death. 

And  ail  his  frightful  pow 'rs. 

2  Joyfiil, 


B.  I.      SPIRITUAL.  SONGS.      js 

2  Joyful,  with  all  tke  itrength  I  havcj 
My  quiv'ring  lips  fhould  ling^ 

Where  is  thy  bcajzed  ^oift^ry  gra^e  ? 
And 'ujhere  the  monfier'' s  fiif7g  ? 

3  If  fin  be  pardon'd,  Fm  fecure. 
Death  has  no  iling'bdide  i 

The  law  gave  fia  its  damning  povv^r; 
B,at  Chrijtt  my  ranfom,  dy'd. 

4  Now  to  the  God  of  victory. 
Immortal  thanks  be  paid. 

Who  makes  us  conquerors  while  we  die. 
Through  Chrijl  our  living  Head. 

XVIII.  Biejfed  are  the  dead  that  die  in  the   Lore, 

B.2V.  xiv.  13. 

JJS  AR  what  the  voice  from  heaven  proclaims 
For  all  the  pious  dead. 
Sweet  is  the  favor  of  their  names, 
And  foft  their  fleeping  bed. 

^  They  die  in  Jejus,  and  are  blsii; 

How  kind  their  {lumbers  are  ! 
From  fjiF'rings  and  from  fins  releas'd. 

And  freed  from  ev'ry  fnare. 

f  Far  from  this  world  of  toil  and  rcrife. 

They're  prefent  with  the  Lord  ; 
The  labours  oS  their  mortal  lifs 

End  in  a  large  reward. 

XIX.      The  fong  of  Simeon  J  Luke  i.  ^7,  &c» 

1  T    ORD,  at  thy  temple  we  appear, 
J_>      As  happy  Simeon  came. 

And  hope  to  meet  cur  Saviour  here  j 
O  make  our  joys  the  fame  I 

2  With  what  divine  and  vaft  delight 
The  good  old  man  was  fJl'd, 

B  2  •    When 


i6        H  Y  M  N  S     AND         B.  L 

When  fondly  in  his  wi.tner'd  arms 
He  clafp-'d  the  holy  Child  1 

3  No*w  I  can  iea've  this  nxiorld^  he  cry'd> 
Behold  thy  Jer'vant  dies  ; 

r^vefeenthy  .great  fal'y  at  ion  y  Lord^ 
And  clofe  my  peaceful  eyes, 

4  This  is  the  light  frepar'' dto  Jhins 
Upon  the  Gtntih  lands, 

^hine  Ifr'eri  gl'^ry  and  their  hope 
fo  break  their  jliX'yiJh  hands, 

[5  J'y'^  •  the  vlfion  of  thy  face, 

Harh  over-pov/'ring  charms! 
Sc-.irce  fnAl!  I  fcei  death's  cold  embrace^ 

li  Chrijl  be  in  my  arms. 

6  Then  while  ye  hear  my  heart-ftrings  breaks, 

HovV  Aveet  my  minutes  roll  ! 
A  iBortal  pslcnefs  ox\  my  cheek. 

And  glory  in  my  foul.] 

XX.   Spiritual  apparel,  viz.  the  robe  of  rightrouf- 
fief  and gnrmenis  of fal<vaiion,   Ifa.  Ixi.  1G» 

1     A   WAKE  my  heart,  ariie  my  tongue, 
Jf\^      Prepare  a  t"jn;ful  voice  ; 
God,  the  life  of  all  my  joys. 
Aloud  will  I  rejoice. 

2  'Tis  he  adorn'd  my  na!;ed  foul. 
And  made  falvation  miae  ; 

Upon  a  poor  poiuted  worm 
He  made  his  grace  to  ihine, 

3  And  leil  the  fhadovv  of  a  fpot 
Should  OG  mv  foul  be  found. 

He  took  the  robe  the  Saviour  wrought. 
And  cail  it  all  around. 

4  Hovv  far  the  heav'nly  robe  exceeds 
What  earthly  princes  wear  1 

Thefe-. 


B.  I.       SPIRITUAL  songs;       i^ 

Thele  ornaments,  how  bright  they  ihine  I 
How  white  the  garments  are  ! 

5  The  S|iirit  wrought  my  faith  and  love. 
And  hope,  and  ev'ry  grace  ; 

But  y^//^-f  fpent  his  life  to  vv'ork 
''  The  robe  of  right'oufnefs. 

6  Strangely  my  foul,  art  thoa  array'd 
By  the  great  {zcr^d  Three  ! 

In  fvveeteft  harmony  of  praife 
Let  all  thy  pow'rs  agree. 

XXI.  A'-viJion  of  the  kingdom  ofQ\\i\!k  among  jnerh 
Rev.  xxi.  I,  2,  3,  4. 

1  T    O,  what  a  glor'oas  fight  appears 
I   J     To  our  believing  eyes  ! 

The  earth  and  feas  are  pafs'd  away  ; 
And  the  old  rolling  ikies. 

2  From  the  third  heav'n,  where  God  refideSy 
,  That  ho'y,  happy  place. 

The.  Ne^jj  Jsrufalem  comes  dowa 
Adorii'd  with  Ihining  grace.-. 

3  Attending  angels  fhout  for  joy,. 

And  the  bright  armies  fmg, 
Mertals  behold  tbefacredjeat 
Of  your  defcejiding  King  ! 

4  The  God  of  glory  douja  io  men 
Remo^jss  his  bUj;'' d  abode  ! 

Men,  the  dezr  o'-jeds  of  his  gra:e\ 
And  He  I  he  loving  God. 

^  His  o-Mn  foft  hand  pall  -ivipe  the  tears' 

From  eir'rj  iveepi>ig  eye, 
Ayid  pains,  and  groans,  and  griefs,  and  fear  sy 

And  death  iif elf  pall  <//>  / 

^  How  long,  dear  Saviour  ;  O,  how  long  1 
Shall  this  bright  hour  dp'-dy  I 

B3  Ky 


j3         H  Y  M  N  S     and  B.  L 

Flv  fwifter  rcund,  ye  wheels  of  time. 
And  bring  the  welcome  day. 

XXH.   and    XXIII.    Preferred  to  ihe  iz^^th  PfaJ?-^ 

XX iV.     '^i'he  rich  f.nney  f^y:ng^    PTal.  xlix.    ^i    9. 
Eccl.  viii.  8.  Job  iii.  14..  15. 

I    ^N  vain  thefe  wealthy  mortals  toil, 

^  And  heap  their  fliiaing  dull  in  vain> 
Lojk  down  and  fcora  the  humble  poor. 
And  boait  their  iofty  hills  of  gain. 
■z  Their  golden  cord'als  canPxOt  eafe 
Their  pained  hearts  or  aching  heads;, 
Nor  fright  nor  bribe  approaching  death 
from  gliu'ring  roofs  and  dcway  beds. 

3  Their  ling'riRg,  their  unwilling  fault 
The  difmal  kuxincns  niuit  obey , 

And  bid  a  long,  a  fad  farewell 
To  the  paie  lump  of  lifelefs  clay.- 

4  Thence  they  are  huddled  to  the  grave,. 
VVkere  Kings  and  fiaves  have  equal  thrones  : 
Their  bones  v/ithout  diilinclicn  lie 
Among  the  heap  of  meanei'  bones. 

The  refi    referred  ^  the  A-C^tb  Pfalri. 

XXV.      A  -vifmi  of  the  Lamb,  Rev.  v^  6,  7,  8,  fii 

I      A    LL  mortal  vanities  be  gv"sne, 

±\  N(  r  tempt  my  eyes,  nor  tire  my  ears : 
Sehold,  amidilth' eternal  th.rone 
A  viliori  of  the  Lamb  appears. '  * 

[::  Glory  hi?  fieecy  robe  adorns, 
Ivlark'd  with  the  bloody  death  he   bore  ; 
Scv'n  are  his  eyes,  and  iev'n  his  horns. 
His  U'ifdom  perfedas  his  pow'r. 

3  Lo,  he  receives  a  fealedbook  i 

Frv>m  him  who  fits  upon  the  throne^  " 

Jefus,  my  Lord,  prevails  to  look  :; 

On  dark  decrees,  and  things  unknown.  4  xAlIJ 


iP.  I.     SPIRITUAL  SONGS.        if 

4  Ail  the  ailembled  faints  around 
Fall  worihipping  before  the  Lairsb, 
And,  in  new  foBgs  of  gr-;Vel  icund 
Addrefs  their  honors  to  his  name. 

[5   The  joy,  the  friout,  ibe  hanr.OD/ 
flies  o'er  the  cverla.ting  hi]]-  : 
Worthy  art  thou  alone  (they  cry) 
^0  read  the  tc:-k,  io  Ivofe  the  feals.^ 

6  Our  vcices  join  the  heav'niy  ftraia^ 
And  with  tranrpwrting  pleafure  rin:J-, 
Worthy  ihs  Lamb  who  once  'vas  ilain,, 
To  be  our  teacher  and  oar  King  ! 

J  Kis  words  ef  prophecy  reveal 
Eternal  counfels,  deep  deilgns  ; 
H i  3  g  ra  c e  a  n  d  v  e  ri g '  a  n  ce  ill  a  i  1  m  I  n  1 
The  peaceful  and  the  dreadtul  lipxCs. 

8  Thoa  hall  redeam'a  our  ibulo  from  hell 
With  ihine  invaluahie  bii-od  ; 
;  And  wretches  who  did  once  rebel. 
Are  now  ins-'^e  fav'iires  of  their  God, 

1  9^  Worthy  for  ever  Is  tlie  Lord, 

i  Who  dy'd  for  treafon'^  r^^^x  his  own, 
^^  ev'ry  tongue  to  be  :.dv;r'd> 
And  dwell  npca  his  Fathey/'s  throne  ! 

XXVI.      Hope  of  Ilea-oen^    by    the    rijurrsCiion  &f 
Chrift,   I  Pet.  i.  ^^  4,  5. 

i:  TJLSST  be  the  everlaftina  God^ 
!      13     The  Father  of  oar  Lord  ; 
^:2e  his  abounding  mercy  prais'd. 
His  majefty  ador'd. 

2  When  from  the  ::ead  he  r&i^'d  hia  Soai^ 
And  cali'd  him  to  the  iky, 

He  gave  our  fouls  a  lively  hope 
Thai  thsy  fhsuld  n^ver  die. 

5  Wte 


so        H  Y  M  N  S     AND         B.  L 

3  What  though  our  inbred  firis  require 
Our  flelli  to  fee  the  dud. 

Yet  as  the  Lord  oar  Saviour  rofe. 
So  ali  his  foii'wers  muft, 

4  There's  an  inheritance  divine 
Relerv'd  agal/ift  that  day, 

'Tis  uncorrupted,  undefil'd, 
•And  cannot  waile  away. 

5  Saints  by  the  pow'r  of  God  are  kept, 
*Tiil  the  falvatioa  corae  ; 

We  walk  by  faith,  as  ftrangers  hsre, 
*Tiii  Chrifl  fhall  call  us  home. 

XXVII.  Jjfurance  of  Hea'uen,  2   Tim.  iv.  6,  l5c^ 

[i    y^EATH  may  diffolve  my  body  now, 

\J     And  bear  my  fpirit  home  ; 
Why  do  my  minutes  move  fo  flow. 
Nor  my  falvation  ccme  ? 

2  With  heav'nly  weapons  I  have  fought 
The  battles  of  the  Lord, 

Finiih'd  my  courfe,  and  kept  the  faith. 
And  wait  the  fare  reward.] 

3  God  has  laid  up  in  heav'n  forme 
A  crown  which  cannot  fade  ; 

The  gracious  fudge,  at  that  great  day 

Shaii  place  it  on  my  head. 

• 

4  Nor  hath  the  King  of  grace  decreed 
This  prize  for  me  alone  ; 

Bjt  all  who  love,  and  long  to  fee 
Th'  appearance  of  his  Son. 

5  Jefus  the  Lord,  ihall  guard  me  fafe 
From  evVy  ill  delign  ; 

And  to  his  heav'nly  kingdom  lead 
This  feeble  foul  of  mine. 

6  Gos' 


B.  L.      SPIRITUAL  SONGS,      a\ 

5 'God  is  my  everb.rrlng  aid. 

And  hell  (hall  rage  in  vain  ; 
ro  him  be  lii^neil  gicry  paid,. 
I    And  e'ndleis  praiie.      J'f::fn. 

jKXVIII.   The  trvumph  of  Chrill  o'^jer  the  enemies  qf 
hi:  Church,  Ifa.  xliii.  i,  2,  3,  ^t-. 

■J  7  HAT  mighty  man,  or  mighty  God, 
Comss  travelling  in  iUie, 
Along  the  Idiimean  read. 
Away  from  Bozraij^i  gate. 

,  The  glory  of  his  robes  proclaim 
'Tis  ibme  viftor'ous  Ki-ig  : 

*  *TiS  [,  the  juil,  th'  Almighty  One, 
**  That  your  falvation  briag." 

5  Why,  mighty  Lord,  thy  faints  snqa-ire> 

Why  thine  spparei  r^d,  t 
'^v.):  all  th/  '/eftiire  il;am'd  like  thofe 
7ho  in  the  wiae-prefs  tread  ? 

J,  "  I  by  myfelf  have  trod  the  prefs^ 
*'  Aud  crulli'd  my  foes  alone  ; 

*  My  ^vrailihas  iiruck:  the  rebels  ^o^Aj 
"  M/  tCi-c^  flarnp'dthem  down. 

**  'Tis  Euijrni  blood  which  dyes  my  rol>3S 
''  Wiihjayfjl  icarlet  flains  ; 
'  The  triumph  which,  my  ri^iment  wears 
*•   Sprung  from  their  bleeding  veins. 

)  *•  Thus  iha'l  the  nations  be  deftray'd 
**  Which  dare  inlult  my  iaincs  ; 

*  I  have  an  arm  t'  avenge  their  wrongs, 
''  An  ear  for  their  compiaints/' 

^XiX.     Secorid part ',    or,    the  ruin  cf  Amichrifl^. 
ver.  4,  5,  6,  7, 

1  "  T  LIFT  m-y  banner,  faith  the  Lord, 
I      <«  Wliere  antichnji  has  fcoad  i 


•12        H  Y  M  N  S     AND         B.  L 

*'  The  city  of  my  gofpel's  foes 
**  Shall  be  a  field  of  blood. 

2  '*  My  heart  has  Hady'd  juft  revenge, 
"  And  now  the  day  appears, 

***-Theyear  of  my  redecm'd  is  come, 
'*  To  wipe  ziv2.y  the*r  tears. 

3  **  Qaite  weary  is  my  patience  grown, 
**  And  bids  my  fury  go  : 

'*'  Swift  as  the  lightning  it  fhall  move, 
**  And  be  as  fatal  too. 

4**1  call  for  helpers,  but  in  vain  : 

**  Then  has  my  gofpel  none  ? 
**  Well,  mine  own  arm  has  might  enough 

*•'  To  cruih  my  foes  alone. 

5  '*  Slaughter  and  my  devouring  fword 
**  Shall  walk  the  itreets  around, 

*'  Ba^ei  fnall  reel  beneath  my  ftroke, 
**  And  ilagger  to  the  ground." 

6  Thy  honors,  O  viclcr'ous  King  ! 
Tiiine  own  right  ha.id  ihall  raife. 

While  we  thy  awral  ve.ig'ance  nng. 
And  oar  Qeliv'rer  praife. 

XXX.   Prnjerfordsli'verance  ann^eredy  Ifa.  XxH 


I   TN 
Iv 


8  — 20. 

N  thine  own  ways,  O  God  of  love. 


7e  wait  thj  vifits  of  thy  srace 


Ouc  jottis  defire  is  to  thy  name. 
And  the  remembrance  of  thy  face. 

2   My  thoughts  are  fearching,  Lord,  foF  thee, 
'MongH  the  black  lliad-js  of  ionefome  night  ; 
My  earneli:  cries  faliue  the  fkies 


o 


iO-rc 


the  dawn  reitore  the  li^'ht. 


3  Look  how  rcbeirous  men  deride 
The  teader  patience  cf  my  God  ; 

^    ■  Bat 


u 


I.  I.       SPIRITUAI.  SONGS. 

ut  they  {hall  fee  thy  lifted  hzv.d, 
Lnd  feel  the  fcourges  of  thy  red. 

Hark  !    the  Eternal  rends  the  f&y, 
i  mighty  voice  before  him  gf^es, 
L  voice  of  muilck  to  hiS'friencis, 
tut  threat'ning  thunder  to  his  foes. 

Come,  children,  to  your  Father's  arms, 
[ide  ia  the  chambers  of  my  grace., 
irill  the  fierce  Rorms  be  overblown, 
[nd  my  revenging  fury  ceafe. 

j  My  fword  (hall  boafi  it's  thoufand's  flain, 
.nd  drink  the  blood  of  haughty  kings, 
f'hile  heav'nly  peace  around  my  flock 
tretches  its  foft  and  fhady  wings. 

XXXI.      Referred  to  the  \ft  Pfalm. 
XXII.      Strength  from   Hea^jen,  If.  xl.  27,  &c. 

HENCE  do  our  mournful  tho'ts  a  rife  1 
And  where's  our  courage  fled  ? 
as  reliefs  fm  and  raging  hell 
Struck  all  ourccmfDrts  dead  ? 

Have  v^'e  forgot  th'  almighty  name 
Which  form'd  the  earth  and  fea  ? 
nd  can  an  all  creating  arm 
Grow  v/eary  or  decay  ? 

Treafures  of  everlafting  might 
In  our  Jeho^vah  dwell  ; 
s  gives  the  conqueil  to  the  weak. 
And  treads  their  foes  to  hell. 

Mere  mortal  pow'r  (hall  fade  and  die. 
And  youthful  vigour  ceafe  ; 
at  we  who  wait  upon  the  Lord, 
Shall  feel  our  flrength  increafe. 

The  faints  (hall  mount  on  eagle's  wings. 
And  talle  the  promiis'd  blifs, 

'Till 


^4         H  Y  M  N  S     AND         B.  I, 

'Till  the'.r  unweary'd  feet  anive 
Wii#re  perfetS  pleafure  is. 

The  XXXIJI,  XXXIV,  XXXV,  XXXV!, 
XXXVI3,  XXXVIU,  referred  to  Pfaim  a.-^xi, 
cxxxiv,  Ixvii,  Jxxiii,  xcandlxxxiv. 

XXXIX.     Code's  tei^der  care  of  kis    Chttrch.    Ifa. 
xlix,  13,  i4\   kc, 

1  IV  T  C)  W  ihall  my  in  ward  joys  arifc, 
^^      And  burll  into  a  fong  -, 

Almighty  love  infpires  my  heart. 
And  pleafure  tunes  my  tongue. 

2  GcD  on  his  ihirily  Sio:i  hill 
Soms  mercy-drops  has  thrown, 

And  fclemn  oaths  have  bound  his  love 
To  Hiow'r  falvation  down. 

3  Why  do  we  Ihen  iovlulge  our  fears. 
S'jfpicions  and  cr^mplaints  ? 

Is  he  a  God.  and  tlial]  hi?  grace 
Gi-ow  weary  of  his  faints  ? 

4  Can  a  kind  womaa  e'er  forget 
The  infant  of  her  womb.. 

And,  'monG;(t  a  thoufand  tender  thoughts. 
Her  fuckling  have  no  room  ? 

5  Tet,  {.ihli  the  hord,  JhouU  nA^ure  ihiin^e, 
Arid  mothers  fKonJiers  pro-ve, 

Sioa   fi^ll  dentils  upon  the  heart 
Of  enjerlajiing  love. 

6  Desp  on  the  palms  of  both  jny  hands 
I  have  eogra'v* d  her  name, 

My  hands  Jhtll  raije  her  ruindivaUs, 

And  build  her  broken  frame. 
XL.     The  hufinefs  and  hhjfednefs  9f  glorified  Saints, 

Kzv,  vii.   13,   14,   15,  i^c. 
'    TJ/^^  -'^  ^  happy  men,  or  angels  ihefe, 
''^     That  all  their  robes  arejpotlefs  'white  ? 

JVhence 


B.  I.       SPIRITUAL  SONGS       25 

Whence  did  this  glor''ous  troop  o.rri'-ve 
At  the  pure  reahns  of  hea^v^nly  light  ? 

2  From  tort'ring:  racks,  and  burninrr  hres, 
And  feas  of  their  own  blood  they  came  : 
But  nobler  blood  has  wafli'd  their  robes. 
Flowing  from  Chrilt  the  dying  Lamb. 

3  Now  they  approach  t!i'  almighty  throne 
"W'ith  loud  hoj annas  night  and  day. 
Sweet  anthems  to  the  great  Three-One 
Meafure  their  blefs'd  eternity. 

4  No  more  fhall  hunger  pain  their  fouls; 
He  bids  their  parchin*  thirfl  he  gone. 
And  fpreads  the  fnadow  of  his  wings. 
To  f^recn  them  from  the  fcorching  fjxi. 

5  The  Lamb,  who  fills  the  middle  throne 
Shall  iiied  around  his  milder  beams*  ; 
There  fhall  they  feall  on  his  rich  love. 
And  drink  full  joys  fi'om  living  llreams. 

6  Thus  (hall  their  mighty  blifs  renew 
Thro'  the  vail  round  of  endlefs  years, 
While  the  foft  hand  of  fov'reign  grac- 
Heals  all  their  wounds,  and  wipes  their  tears. 
XL  I.     The  Matyrs  glorified y  Rev.  vii.  12,    Uz. 

1  CTBESE  ghr'ous  minds,  ho'-jj  bright  they  Jhine  I 
-*•       Whence  all  their  "jjhite  array  ? 

Bo'w  came  they  to  the  happy  feats 
Of  everlafiing  day  ? 

2  Fj'orj^  tort'ring  pains  to  endlefs  joys 
On  iiery  wheels  they  rode. 

And  ftrangelywafn'd  their  raiment  white 
In  Jefus^  dying  blood. 

3  Now  they  approach  a  {r^Qilt^^  Gsd, 
And  bow  before  his  throne  ; 

Their  warbling  harps  and  facred  fon»s 
•.j^dore  the  Holy  One.  .       * 

^  4  T.He 


iG        HYMNS     AND        B.  L 

4  The  unveilM  glories  of  his  fac« 
Among  his  faints  reiide. 

While  tne  rich  treafure  of  his  grace 
Sees  all  their  wants  fupply'd. 

5  Tormenting  third  fhall  leave  their  fouls. 
And  hunger  flee  as  faft  ; 

The  fruit  of  life's  immortal  tree 
Shall  be  their  fweet  repaft. 

6  The  Lamb  fiiall  lead  his  iieav'nly  flock 
Where  living  fountains  rife, 

And  love  divine  fhall  wipa  away 
The  forrows  of  their  eyes. 

XLir.  Di'vine  'wrath  and  mercy  i  Na.  i.  1,2,3,  &c, 

1  A   DORE  and  tremble,  for  our  God 

J^\,     Is  a  * corjf liming fre  ;      [*Heb.  xii.  29.] 
^is  jealous  eyes  his  wrath  inflame, 
And  raife  his  vengeance  high'r. 

2  Almighty  vengeance,  how  it  burns  ! 
How  bright  his  fury  glows  ! 

Vafl:  magazines  of  plagues  and  florms 
Lie  treafur'd  for  his  foes. 

g  Thofe  heaps  of  wrath  by  flow  degrees 

Are  forc'd  into  a  flame. 
Bat  kindled,  oh  I  how  fierce  they  blaze 

And  rend  all  nature's  frame. 

4  At  his  approach  the  mountains  flee. 
And  feek  a  wat'ry  grave  ; 

The  frighted  Tea  makes  hafle  away. 
And  fhrinks  up  ev'ry  wave. 

5  Through  the  wide  air  the  weighty  rock* 
Are  fwift  as  hail-flones  hurl'd  : 

Who  dares  engage  the  fiery  rage. 
Which  fhakes  ths  folid  world  ? 

/^  Yet,  mighty  Go»  !  thy  fov'reign  grace 
Sits  regent  tn  the  throne,  Th9 


B.  r.      SPIRITUAL.  SOTiGS.       27 

The  refuge  of  thy  chofeu  race 

When  wrath  comes  ruiliing  down. 

7  Thy  hands  Ihall  on  rebeil'ous  kings 

A  £ery  temped  pour. 
While  we,  beneath  thy  {helt'ring  \^ing5,   , 

Thy  juft  revenge  adore. 

XLIII.    Referred   to   Pfalm  c.    and  XLIV,  to 
Pfalm  cxxxiii. 

XLV.    The  lajl judgment.    Rev.    xxi,  5,  6,  7,  8. 
1    O   E  E  where  the  great  incarnate  God 

^     Fills  a  majeilic  throne  ! 
While  from  the  Ikies  his  awful  voice 

Bears  the  laft  judgment  down. 

[2  '^  I  am  the  firll,  and  I  the  lall, 
**  Through  endlefs  years  the  fame  ; 

•'  I  AM  is  my  memorial   ftiii, 
**  And  my  eternal  name. 

I  '^  Such,  favors  as  a  God  can  give, 

*'   My  royal  grace  beiiows  ; 
*'  Ye  thirfty  fouls,  corns  tafte  the  ftreaiiis 

**  Where  life  and  pleafare  flows.] 

[4  "  The  faint,  who  triumphs  o'er  his  iiaSy 

''  I'll  own  him  for  a  fen  ; 
**  The  whole  creation  fhall  reward 

**  The  conqueils  he  has  won. 

5  *'  But  bloody  hands,  and  hearts  uncleaR, 
**  And  all  the  lying  race, 

*'  The  faithlefs  and  the  fcofnng  crew, 
**  Who  fpurn  at  oiFer'd  grace. 

6  **  They  fnall  be  taken  from  my  fight 
*f  Bound  with  an  iron  chain, 

*'  And  headlong  plung'd  in:o  the  lake 
''  Where  nre  and  darknefs  reign."] 

7  O  may  I  ftand  before  the  Lamb, 
When  earth  and  feas  are  fled  I 

C  2  And 


2t         H  Y  M  N  S     a::d         B.  I. 

And  hear  the  Jiidgc  pronounce  my  name 
With  bleiiings  on  my  head  ! 

8   May  I  with  thofe  for  ever  dwell. 

Who  here  were  my  delight, 
V/hi!e  fi»aers,  banilh'd  down  to  hell. 

No  more  offend  my  iight. 

XLVi,  XL Vir.  Referred  to  Pfalm  cxiviii,  Sc  ill. 
XLVIII.   TK>e  chrijiianracs.  If.  xl.  iS,  29,  C^V. 

1  4     WAKE  our  fouls  (away  our  fears, 
jf\  Let  cv'ry  trembling  thought  be  gone) 

Awalce,  and  ran  the  heav'nly  race. 
And  put  a  chearful  courage  on. 

2  True,  'tis  a  ftrait  and  thorny  road. 
And  mortal  fpirits  tire  and  faint  j 
EliI:  they  forget  the  mighty  God, 
Who  feeds  the  ilrengih  of  ev'ry  faint, 

3  The  mighty  God,  whofe  matchleis  pow^r 
Is  ever  new  and  ever  young. 

And  £r  Ji  endures,  while  cndlcfs  years 
Their  everlaiting  circles  run. 

4  From  Thee,  t'ls  ©v^erflowing  fpring. 
Our  iouls  ihalldiinka  frelh  fupply, 
While  fuch  as  trail:  their  native  iirengtk 
Shall  melt  away,  and  drop,  and  die. 

5  S.vi ft  as  an  eagle  cuts  the  air. 
We'll  mount  a  loft  to  thine  abode  ; 
On  wings  of  love  our  fouls  Oiall  fly. 
Nor  tire  amidH  the  heav'nly  road. 

XLIX.   Works  of  Mofes  ^ff  the  Lamb,  Re.  xv.  3 

1  TJOW  ftrong  thine  arm  is,  m'ghty  God  1 
J_  X     ^'^''•^  ^(Hild  not  fear  thy  name  } 

Jefus,  ho.v  iweet  thy  graces  are  I 
Who  would  not  love  the  Lamb  ? 

2  He  has  done  more  than  Msjh  did. 

Oil;'  Trophtt  and  c-ur  King- ;  Froia 


B.  I.     SPIRITUAL  SONGS.       29 

From  bonds  of  hell  he  freed  our  foals, 
And  taught  our  lips  to  fmg. 

3  In  the  redfea  by  Mejes  hand 
Th'  Egyptian  hoft  was  drown 'd  ; 

But  his  01JCH  blood  hides  all  cui\^ns. 
And  guilt  nc  more  is  found, 

4  When  through  the  defarsT/rV/  wenta 
^'lih.  manna  they  were  fed  ; 

Ouf  Lord  irfvites  us  to  his  fie Jh^ 
And  calls  it  Having  bread. 

5  Mo/es  beheld  the  promis'd  land. 
Yet  never  reach'd  the  place  ; 

Bui  Chrijl  jhall  bring  his  fclV^j:srs  kemr 
To  fee  his  Fathgr^s  face. 

6  Then  fhall  our  love  and  joy  be  full. 
And  feel  a  warmer  flame, 

And  fvvceter  voices  tune  thefong 
Of  Mofes  and  the  Lamb. 

L .  Light'  andfal^ation  by  Jesus  Christ,  Luke 
i.   68,  l^c.   John  i.  29,  32. 
'OW  be  the  God  oUfr' el  blell. 
Who  makes  h;s  truJi  app^r. 
His  mighty  hand  fulfils  his  word. 
And  all  the  oaths  he  fwars. 

2  Now  he  bedews  old  Daijid's  root 

With  bleflings  from  the  flcies  ; 
He  makes  the  branch  of  promife  ^oot. 

The  promis'd  horn  arife. 

[3  John  was  the  prophet  of  the  Lord, 

To  go  before  his  face. 
The  herald  which  our  Saviour- God 

Sent  to  prepare  his  ways. 

4  He  makes  the  great  falvatlon  known,- 
He  fpsaks  of  pardon'd  f.ns  ; 

C   5  Whils 


30-        HYMNS     Ar^D         B.  L 

While  grace- divine  with  heav'nly  love 
In  us  own  glory  fkines. 

5  **  Behold  the  Lamb  of  God,  he  cries, 
"  Who  takes  our  guilt  away  : 

*'  I  hw  the  fpi?it  o'er  his  head, 
*'  On  his  bap'-ifing  day.]' 

6  **   Be  ev^r^'vale  exalted  high  ; 
"  Sink  ev'ry  mountain  low  ; 

**  Tiie  proud  mull  ftoop,  and  hun.ble  fouls^ 
'*   Shall  his  falvation  know. 

7  '*  The  heathen  realms  with  IjV eV?,  land^ 
*'   Shall  join  in  is'sttl  accord  ; 

**   And  ail  riiat'ihorn  of  raaa  fjiall  fee 
*'   The  glory  of  the  Lord. 

S   <*   Behold  i^e  morning-ftar  arlfe, 

*'  Ye  who  in  darkaefs  nt  ; 
^'  He  mark?,  the  path  which  leads  to  pcare> 

**  And  guides  our  doubtful  feet." 

LI'.   Ferjfvering  grace  i  J  tide  24,  2.5.. 
1  'T^O   God  the  only  wife, 

jI.        Our  Saviour  and  cur  King, 
Let  ail  the  Taints  below  the  fiiiss 
Their  hiajiible  praifei  brin^. 

-  :*Tir>hi3  alniighty  love, 

Flis  co'jnlel,  and  his  care, 
Pjeferve  r.'s  {iSq  frcun  fin  and  deathj. 
/l.id  t\-^-:j  huftful  fnare. 

.0  will  prefent  our  fouls 
unblemiih'd  and  compear. 
Before  the  glory  of  his  face. 
With  joys  divinely  great. 

4  Then  a'.l  the  chofen  feed 

Shall  meet  around  the  throne, 
Shjiil  blefs  the  conduft  of  his  grace, 
id  make  his  wonders  known. 


B.  T.     SPIRITUAL    SONGS.       31 

5  %-)  our  Redeemer  God, 

V7ifdom  and  povv'r  belongs. 
Immortal  crawns  ©f  majefty,. 

And  evcrlailiiig  fongs. 

L.II.  Babhfm,  Matt,  xxviii.  19,  Ads  ii.  3S* 

,VAS  the  commilr.on  of  tlie  Lord, 
Go  teach  the  nations  and  huptl^s  ;. 
The  nations  have  rcc^iv'd  the  word 
Since  he  afceadt'd  to  the  ikies. 
2  He  fits  «.pcn  th'  eternal  hills. 
With  grace  and  pardon  in  his  hands-,. 
And  Tends  his  cov'nant  with  the  feals^. 
To  blefs  the  darkfosie  Gentile  lands, 

^.  Repent  and  he  haftiizdd^  he  faith,. 
Fof"  the  remijjrjn  vfysur  jins  % 
And  thus  our  {zi\\q  aiSih  our  faith „ 
And  ihows  us  what  his  gofpel  means.. 

4  Our  fouls  he  waf^es  in  his  bloody 
Ats  water  makes  the  body  clean  ; 
And  the  good  Spirit  from  our  God^ 
Defcends,  like  puiifying  raia. 

,5  Thus  \vc  engage  ourfelves  t-o  thee>, 
And  {t2i\  our  qov'sant  with  the  Lord  % 

0  may  the  great  Eternal  Three 
la  heav'n  our  foUran  vows  record  \ 

Lin.   The  holy  Scriptures,  Heb.  i.  i.  2.  Tim,  iiL 
I5>  i6.  Pfalm  cxivii.  19,  20. 

1  /^~^0D,  who  in  various  Qiethods  tele* 
I^J  ^^5  mind  and  will  to  faints  of  old,>. 
nt  his  own  Son,  with  truth  and  grace. 

To  teach  us  in  thefe  latter  days. 

The  nations  read  the  written  word. 
That  bcok  of  life,  that  fare  record  : 
The  bright  inheritance  of  heav'n 
s  by  the  Ivveet  conveyance  giv'n,  j  God ^3 


32  HYMNS     AN^D      B.  T, 

5  God's  kindeft  thoughts  are  here  exprefs'd^ 
Able  to  make  us  wile  and  blefs'd  ; 
The  doctrines  are  divinely  true. 
Fit  for  reproof  and  conrifort  too. 

4  Ye  happy  lands,  who  read  his  love 
In  long  epiitles,  from  above, 
(lie  hath  not  fent  his  facred  word 
To  ev'ry  land)  praife  )e  the  Lord. 

LIV.    Saints  hsk-u\i  in  Chrifl,  Eph.  i.  3,  b'r. 

1  'y^ESUS,  we  blefs  thy  Father's  name  ; 
J     Thy  God  and  ours  are  both  the  fame  r 

What  heav'niy  bleiTuigs  from  his  throne 
•Fail  down  to  fmners  thro'  his  Son  1 

2  Chriji  hi  my  jirjl  eleSi,  he  faid. 
Then  chofe  our  louls  in  ChriJ}  our  head. 
Before  he  gave  the  mountains  birth. 
Or  laid  foundations  for  the  earth. 

3  Thus  did  eternal  love  begin 

To  raife  us  up  from  death  and  fm  5 
Grcharadlers  were  then  decreed, 
BlameJt/s  in  hve,  a  holy  feed. 

4  Fredefiinated  to  be  fona, 

Born  by  degrees,  but  chofe  at  once  ;- 

A  new  regenerated  race, 

To  praife  the  glory  of  his  grace. 

5  With  Chrijl  our  Lord  wc  ihare  our  part 
In  the  affeftions  of  his  heart  ; 

Nor  fhall  our  fouls  be  thence  remov'd, 
'Till  he  forgets  his  firft  belov'd. 

LV.    S-icknefs  aad  recovery y  Ifa.  xxxviii.  9,  l£c* 
2   "IT  THEN  we  are  raised  from  deep  diftrefs 

y  V       O"^  God  deferves  a  fong  y 
We  take  the  pattern  of  our  prailc 
from  He%tkiab''%  tongue. 

e  The 


B.  L      SPIRITUAL  SONGS.       13 

2  The  gates  cf  the  devouring  grave 

Are  opeii'd  wide  in  vain, 
If  he  wlio  holds  zat  keys  of  deatk 

Commands  then::  fait  a::ain. 


r>. 


e  wont  t    aDuie 


Our  mi.jdj  with  ilavii'^i  rears  ; 
Our  days  o,rs  pa/I ,  and  ^-.c  :':^U  ,.y.e 
^1  he  remnant  of  cur  xtur  s. 

4  We  chatter  with  a  fwallow's  voicep 
Or,  like  a  dove,  we  mourn, 

"With  bitternefs  inilead  of  joys, 
Amidsd  and  forlorn. 

5  Jeho-vahfyecik^  the  healing  word^ 
And  no  difeafe  withitands  : 

Fevers  and  plagues  obey  the  Lord;, 
And  fly  at  his  commands. 

6  If  half  the  fprings  of  life  fhould  breaks 
He  can  cur  frame  reftore  : 

He  cafis  our  iins  behind  his  back. 
And  they  are  found  no  more. 

LVr.  3  ahy  Ion  falling,  B.ev.  sv.  3.  xvi.  19.  xvii.  $ 

J    T  X  7S  fmg  the  glories  of  thy  love, 

VV       We  found  thy  dreadful  name  : 
The  chriilian  church  unites  ths  fungs 
Of  Mofs  and  ths  Z^;^^. 

2  Great  God,  kow  woad'rous  are  thy  v^orks 
Of  veng'ance,  and  cf  grac?  1 

Thoa  King  of  faints.  Almighty  Lord.^ 
How -j Hit  and  true  thy  ways  ! 

3  Who  dares  refufe  to  fear  thy  nam«» 
Or  worlhip  at  thy  throne  ? 

Thv  jadgments  fpeak  thine  noh'.-.efa 
Thro'Vall  the  nations  known. 

4  Great  Bahyion^  which  rules  the  earth. 
Drunk  widi  the  s^artyrs'  blood,  Ke^ 


34        HYMNS     AND        B.  L 

Her  crimes  (hall  fpeedily  awake 
The  fury  of  our  God. 

5  Tiie  cup  of  wrath  is  ready  mix'd. 
And  fhe  muft  drink  thi;  dregs  j 

Strong  is  the  Lord,  her  fov'reigir  Judge, 
And  Ihall  fulfil  her  plagues. 

LVII.  Original JiKy  Ro.v.  12.  Pf.  li.  5.  Jobxiv.  4; 

I   TJ  ACKWARD  with  humble  fhame  we  look 

x3     On  our  original  ; 
How  is  our  nature  daih'd  and  broke 

In  our  firft  father's  fall. 

a  To^ill  that's  good,  averfe  and  blind. 

But  prone  to  all  that's  ill  ; 
What  dreadful  darknefs  veils  our  mind  ! 

How  obftinate  our  will  1 

[3  Conceiv'd  in  fin  (O  wretched  ftate). 

Before  we  draw  our  breath  ; 
The  firll  young  pulfe  begins  to  beat 

Iniquity  and  death. 

4  How  rtrong  in  our  degen'rate  blood 

The  Old  corruption  reigns. 
And,  mingling  with  the  crooked  flood. 

Wanders  through  all  our  veins  I 

i;  Wild  and  unwholefome  as  the  root 

Will  all  the  branches  be  ; 
How  can  we  hope  for  living  f:uit 

From  fuch  a  deadly  tree. 

6  What  mortal  pow'r  from  things  unclean 
Can  pure  produftions  bring  ? 

Who  can  command  a  vital  Itreann 
From  an  infeded  fpring  ? 

7  Yet,  mighty  God,  thy  wond'rous  love 
Can  make  our  nature  clean. 

While  Chriil  and  grace  prevail  above 
The  tempter,  death  ar.d  fin.  2  The 


B.  I.      SPIRITUAL  SONGS      35 

S  The  fecond  Adam  Ihall  reltore 

The  ruins  of  the  tiril  ; 
Hofanna  to  that  fov' reign  pow'r. 

Which  new  creates  our  dufl;  ! 

LVIII.  The  De^'il  n^anqiiijhed,  Rev.  xii.  7, 

1  T    ET  mortal  tongues  attempt  t©  fmg 

I  ^The  wars  of  heav'n,  when  Michael  lioc4 
Chief  gen'ral  of  th' eternal  King, 
And  fought  the  battles  of  our  God. 

2  Againit  the  dragon  and  his  hoft 
The  armies  of  the  Lord  prevail : 

In  vain  they  rage,  in  vain  they  boaft. 
Their  courage  finks,  their  weapons  fail. 

3  Down  to  the  earth  was  fatan  thrown, 
Down  to  the  earth  his  legions  fell  ; 
Then  was  the  trump  of  triumph  blown. 
And  fhook  the  dreadful  deeps  of  hell. 

4  Now  is  the  hour  of  darknefs  paft, 
ChriJ}  has  alTum'd  his  reigning  powV  ; 
Behold  the  great  accufer  cad: 

Down  from  the  fkies,  to  rife  no  more  ! 

5  'Twas  by  thy  blood,  immortal  Lamb, 
Thine  armies  trod  the  tempter  down  : 
'Twas  by  thy  word  and  pow'rful  name 
They  gain^'d  tiie  battle  and  renown, 

6  Rejoice  ye  heav'ns  ;  let  ev'ry  ftar 
Shine  with  new  glories  round  the  iky  z 
Saints,    while  ye  fing  the  heav'nly  war, 
Raife  your  Deliv'rer's  name  on  high. 

LIX.  Babylon /i2//^«.    Rev.  xviii.  2©,  21, 

1  T  N  GabrieVs  hand,  a  mighty  ftone, 
J_   Lies  a  fair  type  of  Babylon  : 

Prophets,  rejoice j  and  all  ye  faints y 
GodJImll  a^uenge your  long  complaints. 

2  He  faid,  and  dreadful  as  he  flood. 

He  funk  the  mill-flone  in  the  flood  i—        Thu$ 


36        H  Y  M  N  S     AND  B.  I. 

This  terribly  Jk all  Bab'IoB/^/;— 
Si}:k- — and  ns  more  he  found  at  «  /. 

LX.   Ths  promijed  Me^\2i\\  born,  Luke  i.  46,  5;c, 
1    ^'^UR  Touls  jfhall  irjagnify  the  Lord  ; 
\^  In  God,  the  Saviour  we  rejoice  : 
Whi.e  we  repeat  the  Virgin's  i"o«g. 
May  the  iame  Spirit  tune  oQr  voice. 

[2  The  Higheft  faw  her  low  edate, 
And  mighty  things  kis  hand  hath  done; 
His  overfiiad'wing  pow'r  and  grace 
Makes  her  the  nniotner  of  a  Son. 

3  Let  ev'ry  nation  call  her  blefs'd, 
A'oA  endleis  years  prolong  her  fame; 
JBat  God  alone  muft:  be  ador'd  ; 
Holy  and  rev'rendis  his  name,] 

4  To  thofe  who  fear  and  trail  the  Lord, 
His  mercy  ftands  for  ever  fure  : 

From  age  to  age  his  promile  '^ves. 
And  the  performance  is  fecure. 

5  He  fpake  to  Abra'm  ?.nd  his  feed— • 
In  thee  Jh all  all  the  earth  be  blefs^d  ; 
The  mem'ry  of  that  ancient  word 
Lay  long  in  his  eternal  breaft. 

6  But  now,  no  more  fhall  //rV/ wait. 
No  more  the  Gentiles  lie  forlorn  : 
Lo,  the  Defire  of  nations  come? — 
Behold,  the  promis'd  Seed  is  born  ! 

LXL     Chrifi  coming  to  judgment  ^    Rev.  i.  5,  6,  7. 

1  l^TOW  to  the  Lord,  wlio  makes  us  know 
JJ^  The  wonders  of  his  dying  love. 

Be  humble  honors  paid   below. 
And  ftrains  of  nobler  praife  above. 

2  'Twas  he  who  cleans'd  oar  foulefl  llns. 
And  vvalli'd  us  in  his  richefl  blood  ; 

'Tfs 


B.L       SPIRITUAL     SONGS.       37 

'Tis  Hp  who  makes  us  prieils  and  kings. 
And  brings  uf,  rebels,  near  to  God, 

3  To  Jyius,  otir  atoning  Prieft, 
To  y^jti^>  o«!  laperior  King, 

Be  everialimg  pow'r  conteis'd. 
And  ev*ry  tongue  his  giory  ling, 

4  Behold  I  on  flyiog  clouds  he  comes^ 
And  ev'ry  eye  fhaii  iee  him  move  ; 

Tho'  with  our  fins  we  pierc'd  hirn  oncCi,  , 

Now  he  difplays  his  pard'ning  love. 

■5  The  unbelieving  world  fliall  wail. 
While  we  rejoice  to  fee  the  day  5 
Co?ney  Lord — nor  let  thy  promife  fail, 
Nof  let  tijy  char'ots  long  delay. 

LXIT.  Chrifljefas,  the  Lamb  of  God  vjorff^tpfsi 
ky  all  the  creation ,  Rev.  v.  II,  12,  13. 

I    4^^iOME,  let  us  join  oar  chearful  fongs 
\^  With  angels  round  the  throne  ; 

Ten  thourand  thoufand  are  their  tongues^, 
But  all  their  joys  are  one. 

Worthy  the  La?nh  that  dy^d,   they  cry, 

fl?  he  exalted  thus  ; 
Worthy  the  Lamh,  our  Lips  reply. 

For  he  was  ilain  for  us. 

3  Jefus  is  worthy  to  receive 
Honor  and  pow'r  divine  ; 

And  b'euings,  more  than  we  can  givej, 
Be,  Lord,  forever  thine. 

4  Let  all  who  dwell  above  the  iky. 
And  air,  and  earth,  and  feas, 

Confpire  to  rsife  ihy  glories  high. 
And  Ipeak  thine  eadlefs  praife. 

5  Let  all  crsnion  join  in  one. 
To  blefs  the  facrcd  name 

D  Of 


3$  HYMNS    ASM  B.>1 

Of  him,  who  fits  upon  the  throne. 
And  to  adore  the  Lamb. 

LXIII.  Qhtikh  humiliation  i^  exaltation.  Rev.  V 
I  ^T  THATfqual  honors  (hall  we  fing, 

VV     To  thecr^  O  Lord,  our  God,  the  Lamb 
When  ail  the  nou;.  which  angels  fmg. 
Are  far  inferior  (o  thy  name  ? 

2.   Worthy  is  he  who  once  was  fiain. 
The  Prince  cf  Life,  who  groan'd  and  dy'd  ; 
Worthy  to  rlTe,  and  live,  and  reign 
At  his  Alm'ghty  Father's  fide. 

3  Pow'r  and  domin'on  are  his  due 
Who  llood  condemn'd  at  Pilate^s  bar-: 
Wifdom  belongs  tojejus  too, 
Tho'  he  was  charg'd  with  madnefs  here, 

4  All  riches  are  his  native  right. 
Yet  he  lliftain'd  amazing  lofs  ; 
To  him  afcfibe  eternal  might. 
Who  left  his  weaknefs  on  the  crofs. 

5  Honor  immortal  muil  be  paid. 
In  (lead  of  fcandal  and  of  fcorn  ; 
While  glory  Ihines  around  his  head. 
And  a  bright cro^vn,  w^'hout  a  thorn. 

6  BlefTings  forever  on  ihe  Lamb, 
Vv^  )-iO  oore  the  curfe  for  v.  retched  men  : 
Lei  angels  k.und  his  facit-U  name. 
And  ev'ry  cj mature  fay — Amen. 

LXIV.  A.ioption,   I  John,  iii,  i,  &c.  Gal.vi.  6^ 

"^EHOLD,  what  wond'rous  grace 
The  Father  hns  beflowM, 
On  ^-^.xt'^y  of  a  monal  race, 

"■■■  rail  them — Sons  of  Qqh  \ 

2   '  \\-  no  fur  prizing  thing 
Tit^L  we  ihouic  be  unkncwn  ; 


g.L       SPIRITUAL     SONGS.       39 

rhe  Jewijh  world  knew  not  their  King, 
God's  everlafung  Son  : — 

3  Nor  doth  it  yet  appear 

How  great  we  muft  be  made  ; 
But,  when  we  fee  our  Saviour  near. 
We  Ihall  be  like  our  Head. 

4  A  hope,  fo  much  divine. 
May  trials  well  endure — - 

May  ptirge  oar  fculs  from  fenfe  and  fin. 
As  Chriil,  the  Lord,  Is  pure. 

5  II  in  my  Father'3  love 
1  {hare  a  fin ai  part. 

Send  down  thy  Spirit,  like  a  dov^^ 
To  reft  upon  my  heart. 

6  We  would  no  longer  lie 

Like  flaves,  beneath  the  throne  1 
Our  faith  (hall  Ji>ifa  Father  cry. 
And  then  the  kindred  own. 

LXV.   T/je  day  of  Judgment.^  Rev.  xL  15* 

1  Y    ^'T  ^^'  fev'nih  angel  fouiid  on  high, 
\_^  Let  (l.ou£3  be  heard  ihro'  all  the  fky  : 

.Kings  of  the  earth,  with  glad  accord. 
Give  up  your  kingdoms  10  the  Lord. 

2  Almighty  God,  thy  powVaiTurae, 
Who  waft,  and  art,  and  art  to  come  : 
JeJtiSy  the  Lamb,  who  once  waft  flin. 
For  ever  !iv&,  for  ever  reign  ! 

3  The  angry  nations  fret  and  roar. 
That  they  can  Hay  the  faints  no  more  ; 
On  vvings  of  vengeance  flies  our  Go» 
To  pay  the  long  arrears  of  blood. 

4  Now  muft  the  riiing  dead  appear— 
\  Now  the  decifive  ientence  hear  ; 

j  Now  the  dear  martyrs  of  the  Lord 

I  Receive  an  infinite  reward. 

'  D  2  LXVL 


40  HYMNS     AN»  B.  L 

LXVI.  Chria  <2/  /?>/.;  /^^/^,  Sol.  Song  i.  2,  3,  &c, 

J    X    ET  him  embrace  my  foul,  and  prove 
i   J  Mine  int'reft  in  his  heavenly  love  : 
The  voice  which  tells  me — Thou  art  mine-^ 
Exceeds  the  blelTings  of  the  vine. 

-2  On  thee  th'  anointing  fpirit  came^ 
jAnd  fpreads  the  favor  of  thy  name  ; 
That  oil  of  gladnefs  and  of  grace 
Draws  virgin  fouls  to  meet  thy  face. 

3  Jefusy  allure  me  by  thy  charms. 
My  foul  fhall  fly  into  thy  arms  ! 
Our  wandering  feet  thy  favours  bring- 
To  the  fair  chambers  of  the  King. 

[4  Wonder  and  pleafiire  tune  our  voice. 
To  fpeak  thy  praiies  and  our  joys  : 
Our  mem'ry  keeps  this  love  of  thine 
Beyond  the  tafle  of  richefl  wine.] 
5  Tho'  in  ourfelvsi,  deform'd  we  are. 
And  black  as  Kedar' s  lent 3  appear  %. 
Yet,  when  we  put  thy  beauties  on, 
Fair  as  the  courts  of  Solomon. 

[6  Whilcat  his  table  fits  the  King, 

jrfs  loves  to  fee  us  fmile  and  ling  : 

Our  graces  are  our  beft  perfume, 

And  breath  like  fpikenard  round  the  room.] 

7  As  myrrh,  new  bleeding  from  the  tree. 

Such  is  a  dying  Chriil  to  me  ; 

And,  while  he  makes  my  foul  his  guell. 

My  bofom,  Lord,  fhall  be  thy  reft. 

[8  No  beams  of  cedar,  or  of  fir 

Can  with  thy  courts  on  earth  compare  ; 

And  here  we  wait,  until  thy  love 

Kaile  us  to  nobler  fe^ts  above.] 

LXVIL 


B.I.       SPIRITUAL, SONGS.        41 

LXVII.  Seekhig  the  pajfures  of  ChnU,  the  Shep- 
herd, Solomon's  Songs,  ji.  y. 

1  ^  |"^HOU,  vVhom  my  foal  admires  above 

X      Ail  earthly  joy,  and  earthly  love. 
Tell  me,  dear  Shepherd,  let  me  know 
Where  do  thy  fweenefi  padures  grow  ? 

2  Where  is  the  fnadcv  of  that  Rock, 
Which  from  the  faa  defends  thy  flock  ? 
Fain  would  I  feed  among  thy  Cneep, 
Among  them  reft,  among  them  lleep. 

3  Why  fhiould  thy  bride  appear  like  one 
Who  turns  afide  to  paths  unknovi'n  r 
My  coniiant  feet  would  never  rove. 
Would  r.ever  ieek  another  love» 

[4  The  fcoiftepsof  thy  flock  I  fee— 
Thy  fvveeteil  paunres,  here  they  be  ; 
A  vvondVous  feaft  thy  love  prepares. 
Bought  with  thy  wounds,  and  groans  and  tears. 

5  His  dearell  BeCn.  he  makes  my  food. 
And  bids  me  drink  his  richelt  blood  : 
Hereto  thefe  hills  my  foul  will  come, 
'Till  my  beloved  lead  me  home.] 

LXVIIf.  Banquet  ^ L^ve.Sol.Son'y,  ii  I,  2,  &C. 

I   TlEHOLD  the  Rofe  of  5/k'r^«  here, 
13  The  Lily  which  the  vailiss  bear  I 
Bahoid  the  tree  of  life,  which  gives 
Rcfreiliing  fruit  and  healing  leaves  I 

:2  i\mong  the  thorns  fo  lilies  fiiine, 
-imong  vvi*d  gourds  the  ncble  vine  : 
60  in  mine  eyes  my  Saviour  proves^ 
Amidii  a  thoufand  meaner  loves. 

3  Beneath  his  ccolifig  ihade  I  Ciif 
To  ihield  me  from  the  baraingheat  ; 

^D  3  ©i 


42  HYMNS      A.ND  B.  . 

Of  heav'nly  fruit  he  fpread  a  feai^. 
To  feed  my  eyes,  and  pleafe  my  taiie*. 

4  Kindly  he  bci)ught  me  to  the  place 
Where  ft9od  the  banquet  of  his  grace  ; 
He  faw  me  faint,  and,  o'er  my  head 
The  banner  of  his  love  he  fpread. 

5  With  living  bread,  and  gen'rous  wine, 
"He  chear'd  this  finking  heart  of  mine  ; 
-And  op'ning  his  own  hesrt  to  me. 
He  fhew'd  his  thoughts,  ho'^v  kind  they  be. 

6  O  never  let  my  Lord  depart  ! 
Lie  dowHj  and  reft  upon  my  heart  ; 

1  charge  my  iins  aot  once  to  move, 
Difturb,  nor  wake,  nor  grieve  my  love, 

XXIX.    Cbrift  appearing  to  his  Churchy  and/eek'i 
ing  her  csmpginy.  So!.  Song  ii.  8,  9,  lo,  1 1,  &c. 

\   '^T~*^HE  voice  of  my  beloveti  founds 

X      Over  the  rocks  and  rifing  grounds  ; 
O'er  hills  of  guilt,  and  feas  of  grief, 
lie  le&ps,  he  flies  to  my  relief  f 

2  Now  through  the  veil  of  fiefli  I  fee^. 
With  eyes  of  love  he  looks  on  me  ; 
Now  in  the  gofpel's  cleareil  g)afs 

He  fiiews  the  beauties  of  his  face. 

3  Gently  he  dr^ws  my  heart  along. 
Both  v.ith  his  beautie  and  his  tongue  ; 
Rife,  faith  my  Lord,  make  hajle  a^vay. 
No  mortal  joys  are  ijjortb  thy  ft  ay. 

4.  The  Jewifh  "juiut^ry  fta-s  is  gonCy 
The  mijis  are  jledf  ^the  j'pting  comes  on^ 
The /acred  furtle-do've  n.ve  hear, 
ProcUim  the  neiv,  the  joyful  year, 

5   Th"*  immortal  %'inet  cfhea<v\ily  ronf, 
Jjicjfomi  and  huds^  and  gi-ves  ber  fruit  ; 


B.I.        SPIRITUAL     SONGS.        43 

Lo,  we  are  co'.ne  to  tafte  the  rvalue  ?• 
Our  fouls  rejoice  and  blefs  the  vine. 

6  And  when  we  hear  our  Xifus  fay— < 
Ri/e  up,  my  lo-zie,  and  hajie  o^ivap  ! 
Oar  hearts  would  fain  out-fly  the  wind. 
And  lea.ve  all  earthly  loves  behind. 

LXX.  Ch?i-I  inijiting,  and  the  Church anf^ering- 
the  tn-vitanon,   Sol.  Song  ii.    14,    l6j  17. 

[i  TJARK  !  the  Redeemer  from  on  high, 

XjL   Sweecly  invites  his  fav'rites  nigh  ; 
From  caves  of  darknefs  and  of  doubtj 
He  gently  fpeaks,  and  calls  us  out- 

2  My  dcvey  ivho  hidefl  in  the  rock, 
Thine  heart  almofi  'zvith JhrrOHV  broke ^ 
Lift  up  thy  face,  forget  thy  fear  9 
And  let  thy  <voice  delight  mini  ear* 

3  Thy  'voice,  to  me,  founds  everfvjeet  % 
My  graces  in  thy  comit^ nance  meet  : 
Tho'  the  vain  ivorld  thy  face  dePpif, 

^I  is  bright  and  comely  in  mine  eyes. 

4  Dear  Lord,  our  thankful  heart  receives 
The  hope  thine  invitation  gives  : 

To  thee  our  joyful  lips  ihail  raife  .^ 

The  voice  of  prayer  and  of  praife.] 

[5   I  am  my  Love's  and  he  is  mine  ; 

dor  hearts^  oar  hopes,  our  pafBons  join  | 

Kor  lei  3  motion,  nor  a  word,, 

Tsor  though^  arife,  to  grieve  my  Lord. 

6  Mv  foul  to  pa^lures  fair  he  leads, 

Araon •  -  "  ^  ^ ,   w h ?re  he  ^Qsd s, 

Ame-.-;.  ('-/bof?  robes  are  white 

Wa^i'd  In  h;o  bi-od)  is  nis  delight. 

7  'Till  Che  day  break,  and  fn  idnws  flee^ 
*Tiil  ths  fwee;  dawning  light  i  fce^ 

Thins 


44 


HYMNS     AN» 


B.r. 


Thine  eyes  to  nie-ward  oFten  turn. 
Nor  let  ray  foul  in  darknefs  mourn. 

8  Be  like  a  hart  on  mountains  green. 
Leap  o'er  the  hilis  of  fear  and  fm  ; 
Nor  guilt,  nor  unbelief  divide 
My  Love,  my  Saviour,  from  my  fide.] 

LXXL    Chv'i^L  found  in.  the  Jireety   and  brought 
the  Churchf  Sol. Song,  iii.  i,  2,  3,  4,  5. 

^.FTEN  I  feek  my  Lord  by  night, 
Jejiis,  m.y  love,  my  foul'^s  delight  : 
With  warm  defire  and  reftjefs  thought, 

1  feek  him  oft,  but  hid  him  not. 

2  Then  I  arife,  and  fcnrch  the  ilreet, 
'Till  I  my  Lord,  my  Saviour  meet  5 
I  aik  the  watchman  of  the  night. 
Where  diayoujee  my/ouVs  deV.ght  ? 

3  Sometimes  I  find  him  in  my  way, 
Dire^ed  by  a  heav'nly  ray  ; 
T  leap  for  joy  to  fee  his  face, 
i^nd  hold  him  fait  in  mine  embrace. 

[4  I  bring  him  to  my  mother's  homr, 
(Nor  does  my  Lord  refufe  to  come) 
To  Szons  facred  chambers,  where 
Wy  foul  Hril  drew  the  vital  air. 

5  He  gives  me  there  hip  bleeding  heart, 
Fieix'd  for  m.v  fake  wich  deadly  fmart  ; 
I  give  my  fcui  to  him,  and  there 
Oor  loves  their  rnuiual  tokens  fnare.] 

6.   I  charge  you  all,  ye  earthly  toys, 
Approach  not  to  difturb  my  joys  ; 
NoiTm,  nor  hell,  come  near  my  heart, 
To  c^iufe  iny  Saviour  to  dt-part. 


LXXlt 


g.I.       SPIRITUAL     SONGS.       4^ 

rXXII*  I'ht  Coronation  of  Chrift,  and  ejpou/ais  of 
the  Church,  Sol.  Song,-iii.  2. 

I TTX  AUGIiTERS  of  Swn,  come,  behold 
JL/   The  crown  of  honour  and  of  gold, 
Which  the  glad  church,  with  joys  unknown^ 
Plac'd  on  the  head  of  Solomon, 

I  J  ejus  f  thou  everlaHing  King, 
Accept  the  tribute  which  we  bring  % 
Accept  the  wcil-deierv'd  renoun. 
And  wear  our  praifes  as  thy  crown. 

Let  ev'ry  aft  of  worfhip  be. 
Like  our  efpoufals.  Lord  to  thee  ; 
Like  the  dear  hour,  when  from  abovej 
We  firft  receiv'-d  thy  pledge  of  love. 

The  gladnefs  of  that  happy  day^ 
Our  hearts  would  wiOi  it  long  to  Hay  5 
N©r  lee  pur  faith  forfake  its  'sold. 
Nor  comfort  fmk,  nor  love  grow  cold, 

5  O  !  let  each  minate  as  it  iBies, 

Increafe  thy  praife,  improve  our  joys, 

'Till  we  are  rais'd  to  ling  thy  name 

At  the  great  fupper  of  the  Lamb. 

i6  O  that  the  months  would  roll  away^ 

And  bring  ihat  coronation  day  ! 

The  King  of  Grace  (hall  fill  the  throne. 

With  all  his  Father's  glories  on.  ^ 


XIII. 

"The 

churches 

beauty 

in 

the 

eyts 

Chrift. 

Sol. 

Song  iv. 

I,  10, 

11, 

7.8 

>  9' 

ef 


iTT^IND  is  the  fpeech  of  Chrift  our  Lord, 

J\^  AfFe'dion  founds  in  every  word  5 
Lo,  thou  art  fair  J  my  lo'vet  he  cries, 
Hot  the  young  do<ves  ha've  fiveeter  eyes* 

[2  Snviet  are  thy  lips,  thy  plesjing  fvoicg 
Salutes  ?ning  ear  ^withjecretjop  j 


m 


4©  HYMNS    AiTD  B.L 

No/picefo  much  delights  the  fmeUy 
Ncr  milky  nor  honey  tajii:  fo'Vjei\.'\ 

3  Th<iu  art  all  fy^Vi  r.iy  hride  to  7/te, 
I  nj^ill  behold  ncfpot  in  thee  : 

What  mighiy  wonders  love  perfcrms. 
And  purs  r.  comeiineis  en  vvorms  ! 

4  Defied  and  loathfr^me  as  we  are. 
He  nii-.kes  ua  whice^rna  ceils  us  fair; 
Adorns  PS  with  that  heav'rily  drefs. 
His  graces  and  his  right'oufnefs. 

5  ^y  f^fi-^'  ond  my  fpoufcy  he  cries 
Bound  to  my  heart  hy  'various  ties  ; 
^hy  ponM^rful  love  my  heart  retnins^ 
In  Jirong  delight t  and  p leafing  chains. 

6  He  c?-lls  me  from  the  leopard's  den, 
From  the  wild  world  cf  beaus  and  men. 
To  Sion  vvhtre  his  gio/ies  are— 

Not  Lebanon  is  hslf  fo  fair. 

7  Nor  dens  of  prey,  nor  fiow'ry  plains^ 
Nor  earthly  joy?,  nor  earihiy  pains 
Shall  hold  my  feet  or  force  my  f.ay. 
When  Chrijr  invitvs  c^y  foul  away. 

LXXIV.  The  chtirch,ihs garden  of  Chrlft,  Sol. 
Songs  iv.  12;  13,  15,  and\.  i. 

\\\J  ^  ^xt  2i  -rarden  vvall'd  around, 

y  y     Chofen  ?nd  made  pecuii;:r  ground  5 
A  little  fpot  inclos'd  by  grace. 
Out  of  the  r/crld's  wide  vvildernefs. 

2  Like  trees  of  myrrh  and  fpice  we  Hand, 
Planted  by  God  the  Father^s  hand  ; 
And  all  his  fprings  in  Sion  flow. 

To  make  the  young  plantation  grow. 

3  Awake  O  heav'nly  wind,  and  come^ 
Blow  on  this  garden  of  perfume  ; 

'    '  Spirit 


B.I.      SPIR-ITUAL    SONGS.        47 

Spirit  divine,  defcend  and  breath, 
A  gracious  gale  on  phnts  beneath. 

4  Make  cm-  beu  fpices  flow  abroad. 
To  eniartain  our  Saviour  God  ; 
And  Taith,  and  love,  an4  joy  appear. 
And  ev'ry  grace  be  aclive  here. 

[5  Let  oy  beloved  ccu-ie,  and  tarte 
Hi3  plea/ant  fruits  at  his  own  feall :— » 
/  rc-^/^5  zty  fpDufsy  I  ccjne  he  cries. 
With  love  and  r^leafarg  in  his  eyes. 

6  Our  r.c:^  •  ".  arden  comes, 
Weil  piets'u  u^  ^u. -:'i  our  poor  perfumes  5 
And  calls  us  to  a  fbaft  divine. 
Sweeter  than  hosiey,  milk  or  wine, 

7  Eat  of  the  trsp.  of  life  3  mv  f-icndsy 
-^'he  bhjjtngs  kvhtch  my  Father  fends  ; 

1  cur  tafe  f':?{ill  all  inv  dain'tes  pr'i'vef 
And  diink  abundance  off.r;  lo^oe. 

%  Jejus,  vvevvill  frequept  t-r'  board. 
And  flag  the  bounties  of  our  Lcrd  : 
Bat  the  rich  food,  on  which  we  live, 
Den:5ands  more  praifs  than,  tongues  can  give.] 

:LXXv\   The  dfcrip'zv  c^  Chriit,  tl^   hshved, 

^■-'''   ?o-:k  ".  9,  i^;  ::,  :2,  14,  15,  i-, 
Z    """^r'' i.  ■■.         ■'.-:^^r]~z   v:  o:::;  cnrraire  to  ;^' -'^^-^ 

^      Why  I  ihouju  love  my  _  '   :  ;  ;.<  : 
What  are  his- charm: ,  i*ay  they  iS..  ..* 
.ff'/i'-?  cbjeds  -fa  mortal  love  ? 

2  Yes  my  belcved  to  my  iight 

Shews  a  fweet  mixture,  no.  and  white ^; 
All  human  beaucies,  all  divine. 
In  my  beloved ineet  and  fnine, 

3  White  is  his  ibnl  from  biemifh  free  ; 
Red  with  the  blood  he  (bed  for  me  ; 

The 


^8  HYMNS     AN^  B.l| 

The  faireft  ot  :en  thuu  and  tairs — 
A  fua  among  ten  cboufand  liars  ; 

[4  Hh  bead  the  fincfl  ^^old  excels  ;  J 

There  wifdom,  in  perfection,  dwells,  | 

Anti  giory,  like  a  crown,  adorns  j 

Thofe  tem^^ijes  once  be.et  wiih  thorns.  < 

5  Compaffions  in  his  heart  a  e  found. 

Hard  by  the  iignalsof  his  ^vouad  : 

His  facred  fide  no  more  fnaii  hear 

The  cruel  fcourge,  the  piercing  fpear.] 

[6  His  hands  are  fairer  to  behold 

Than  di'tnonds  fet  in  rings  of  gold  ; 

Thofe  heav'nly  hands  which  on  the  tree 

Were  nail'd,  and  torn,  and  bled  for  m«  i 

y  The'  once  he  bow'd  his  feeble  knees^ 

Loaded  with  fins  and  agonies,  I 

jN'ow  on  the  throne  of  his  command 

His  legs,  like  marble  pillars.  Hand.] 

rs  Kis  eyes  are  majeily  and  love-— 

The  eagle  temper'd  with  the  dove  ; 

No  mor'e  ihall  trickling  forrows  roll 

Thro'  thefe  dear  windows  of  his  foul.] 

9  His  mouth  which  pourM  out  long  complaint! 
Now  fmiles,  and  chears  his  fainting  faints : 
-His  countenance  more  graceful  is 

Than  Lebanon  with  all  its  trees. 

10  All  over  glorious  is  my  Lord, 
Muft  be  bclov'd  and  yet  ador'd  ; 
His  worth,  if  all  the  nations  knew. 

Sure  the  whole  earth  would  love  him  too. 

LXXVL  Chrifl   tlivelh  in  heaven,  but 'vifis  p 

earth,  Sol. Song,  vi.  i,  2,  3,  12. 
I  T  T  7  H  E  N  ftrangers  ftand,  and  hear  me 
/     W    What  beauties  in  my  Saviour  drell 

Wh  e 


B.r.      SPIRITUAL     SONGS.         ^.^ 

Where  he  is  gone  they  fain  would  know. 
That  they  may  feek  and  iove  him  too. 
2  My  beft  Beloved  keeps  his  throne 
On  hilis  of  light,  in  worlds  unknown  : 
!But  he  defcends,  and  fhews  his  face 
In  the  young  gardens  of  his  grace. 

'[3  In  vineyards  planted  by  his  hand. 

Where  fruitful  trees  in  order  Oand  ; 
'He  feeds  among  the  fpicy  beds^ 

Where  lilies  fhow  their  fpotlefs  heads. 

4  He  has  engrofs'd  my  warmeft  love. 
No  earthly  charms  my  foul  can  move  ; 

1  have  a  manfion  in  his  heart. 

Nor  death,  nor  hell  fhali  make  us  part.] 

[5  He  takes  my' foul  e're  Tra  aware, 

j^nd  fhows  me  where  his  glories  are  ; 

No  char'ot  of  Am7ninadih 

The  heav'niy  rapture  can  defcribe. 

6  O  may  my  fpirit  daily  rife 

On  wings  of  faith,  above  the  ikies, 

'Till  death  fhall  make  my  lafl  remove. 

To  dwell  for  ever  with  my  love. 

LXXVII.   The  U've  of  Chrift  to  the  Church,  So!. 
Song  vii.  5,  6,  9,  12,  13. 

^  "^T^^  '^  ^^^  galTriesof  his  grace 

X^     Appears  the  king,  and  thus  he  fays  ; 
Bo^j  fair  7ny  faints  are  /?/  my  fgbty 
Mj  lo^je,  honjj  pleajantfor  deli-yht  I 

2  Kind  is  thy  language,  fov'reien  Lord, 
There's  heav'niy  grace  in  everv  uo.d  ; 
From  that  dear  moiuh,  a  il»-eom  divine 
Flows  fweeter  than  the  choicell  wine. 

3  St7ch  wond'rons  love  awakes  the  lip 
Of  faints  whio  were  almoft  afieep, 

E  To 


j^  HYMNS     AND 

To  fpeak  the  praifes  of  thy  Tiame, 
And  makes  our  colJ  affections  flame; 

4  The(2  are  the  jays  he  lets  us  know    >^ 
In   Hclds  and  villages  below  ; 

Gives  us  a  relilh  ot  his  love. 
But  keeps  his  noblelt  Jealt  above. 

5  In  paradife,  within  the  gates, 
A  1  higher  encertaionrs-'nt  wnics  ; 
I'ruits,  new  and  olvi,  liid  up  in  itere, 
Tiiere  -.ve  Ihail  feed — but  thiril  no  more. 

LXXVJII.  S^renjt-'^  r/ChrilVs  love  and  the  fouPl 
jculomy  of  her  onvn,   Soi,  Son»,  viii.   5,  &c. 

[i    |T  7HO  is  this  fair  one  in  diftref?, 

W     That  tra^vtls  from  ihe  widernefs  ? 
And  preTs'd  with  forrowi  and  with  fins. 
On  ncr  beloved  Lord  (he  l.'ans. 

2  This  is  the  fpL'aJe  of  Chrift,  our  God, 
Bought  with  ihe  ireafures  of  his  bleed,  ^ 
And  her  rtqufu,  and  her  complaint. 

Is  but  the  VC1C3  of  ev'ry  faint.] 

3  ''   O  let  my  name  engraven  ftand, 

*'   Both  on  thy  heJirt,  and  on  thy  hand  : 
**   Seal  me  upon  thine  arm,  and  vvcar 
"   That  pledge  oi  love  forever  there. 

4  ''  Stronger  than  death,  my  love  is  known, 
*'  Which  fioods  of  wrath. could  never  drown  j 
"   And  hell,  and  earth,  in  vain  C(  mbine, 

*•'  To  quench  a  lire  fo  much  divine. 
^   •'*    Bui  I  am  jealous  ol  my  heart, 
-'   l.e(!  it  ihjLiia  once  from  theed.part  ; 
"   Then  let  thy  name  be  well  impreis'd, 
'•'    As  a  f::ir  fignet  o  .  my  brcdll:. 

6  *'  'Tiil  thou  haft  brought  me  to  ihy  home, 
«.    \a7x,       A;-^.  -^r^i^  dcabis  can  never  come  ; 

''  Th 


JB-.Iv       SPIRITUAL     SONGS. 

« '  Thy  counc'nance,  let  me  often  fee, 
*'   And  often  tboa  ihalt  hear  from  me. 

7  '*  Come,  my  beloved,  hafle  away. 
Cut  (hort  the  .hours  of  thy  delay  ; 
Fly,  like  a  youthful  hart  or  roe, 

*'  Over  the  hills  where  fpices  grow.'* 

LXXIX.    J   M^rm^i    Hy;W2,    PAlm   xlx.    5, 
and  Ixxiii.  24,  25. 

1  /'^  O  D  of  the  rnorning,  at  \y^ok  voice 

^J  The  chearful  iaa  mskes  haile  to  rife^ 
And,  like  a  giant,  doth  rejoice 
To  run  his  journey  through  the  ikies. 

2  From  the  fair  chambers  of  the  ead. 
The  circuit  of  his  race  beo;ins— 
And,  without  v/earinefs  or  reft. 
Round  the  whole  earth  he  flies  and 

%  Oh 5  like  the  fun,  may  I  fulfil 
X'h''  appointed  duties  of  the  d 
With  ready  mind   a.) J  afliv^ 
March  on,  at.-d  keeo  my  ' 

[4.  But  I  fhali  rove,  ar 
If  God,  my  San,  fri'- 
An  i  leave  me  in  ; 
To  fjilow  ev'ry  ^ 

5  Lord,  thy  c- 
Enli^:bt'ning 

Thy  til  real' 
Thy  ^:-.ps] 

6  Give  c^ 
And  then 
All  mv  d 
Are  /ciini 


1^  HYMNS.    AND  E.T. 

LXXX.  An   Evcninfr  Hymn^  Pfalm  Iv.   8,   and 
iii.  5,  6,  and cyC\\\\.  %. 

3  f  I  ^HUS   far  the  Lord   has  led  me  on, 

1      Thus  far,  his  povv'r  prolongs  my  days. 
And  ev'ry  ev'ning  ihail  make  known 
Some  frefti  memor'al  of  his  grace. 

2  Much  of  my  time  has  run  to  vvafte, 
ilnd  i,  perhaps,  am  near  nay  home  ; 
2jut  he  forgives  my  foilies  paft. 

He  gives  me  llrength  for  days  to  come. 

3  I  lay  my  body  down  to  fleep. 
Peace  is  the  pillow  for  my  head  ; 
V.'hile  well-appointed  angels  keep, 

T^  sir  watchful  Nations  round  my  bed. 

vain  the  fons  of  earth  or  hell 

thoufand  frightful  things  ; 

'afety,  makes  me  dwell 

^ow  of  his  wings. 

me  fordids  my  fear  : 
ne'er  depart  ' 
ike  me  hear 
"  thy  heart. 

'eath  Ihall  come, 
ground, 
'  tomb — 

1 

fir    Eveninr^: 
ew  ; 


B.  L        SPIRITUAL     SONGS.       53 

Thy  Sov'reign  word  rellores  the  lightj 
And  quickens  all  my  drowfy  pow'rs. 

3  r  yield  my  pow'rs  to  thy  command. 
To  thee,  Iconfecrate  my  days  : 
Perpet'al  bleffings  from  thine  hand 
Demand  perpet'al  longs  of  praife. 

LXXXII.  QoT>  far  aho^e creatures y  Job  iv.  i  7,21;*, 

SHALL  the  vile  race  of  flefli  and  blood 
Contend  with  their  Creator  God  ? 
Shall  mortal  worms  prefume  to  be 
More  holy,  wife,  or  juft  than  He  ? 

2  Behold,  he  puts  his  truil  in  none 
Of  ail  the  fpirits  round  his  throne  ; 
Their  natures,  when  com par'd  with  his^ 
Are  neither  holy,  juil  nor  wife. 

3  But  how  much  meaner  things  are  they, 
■Who  ^ring  from  cuft,  and  dwell  in  cUy  \ 
jToach'd  by  t^e  finger  of  rhy  wra  h. 

We  faint  and  vanifh  like  the  moth. 

4  From  night  to  day,  from  day  to  night. 
We  die  bv  thoufands   in  thy  ught  ; 
Bury'd  in  duft,  vvhc*e  nations  lie 

Like  a  forgotten  I'anitv. 

5  Amighty  Pbw'r,  to  thee  we  bow  ; 
How  frail  are  we  \  how  glor'ous  thou  !— » 
No  more  the  fons  of  earth  Ihall  dare 
With  an  eternal  God  compare  1 

LXXXII L  Aflidions  under  prG--vihncey  Job,v.  6«- 


'N 


O  T  from  the  dufi  afflidlion  grows 
Nor  troubles  rife  by  chance  ; 


Yet  we  are  born  to  cares  and  woes  j 
A  fad  inheritance  ! 

As  fparks  break  cut  from  burning  coals, 
Ajad  ftill  aie  uowards  borne  1 

.E3  $Q 


54  H  y  M  N.  S-    AN»^  ll,L 

So  grief  is  rooted  in  our  fouls. 
And  man  grows  up  to  mourn, 

3  Yet  witk  my  God  I  leave  my  caufe^ 
And  trull  his  promis'd  grace  ; — 

He  rules  me  by  his  well-known  laws 
Of  love  and  right'oafnefs. 

4  Not  all  the  pains  which  e'er  I  bore. 
Shall  fpoil  my  future  peace — 

For  rieach  and  he!!,  can  do  more 
Than  what  my  Father  pleafe^ 

LXXXIV.  Salvation,  righteoufnefs,  andjtrength 
in  Cnrift,  Ifa.  xiv,  21 — 25, 

1  TEHOVAH  fpe^ks— let  Ifr'el  hear  I 
J    Let  all  the  earth  rejoice  and  fear  5 

Y/hile  GoD*s  eternal  Son  proclaims 
His  lov'reign  honors,  and  his  names  :— 

2  *'   I  am  the  laft,  and  I  the  firft, 

**  The  Saviour  God,  and  God  the  jufl  5 
**  There's  none  befide  pretends  to  (hew 
**  Such  juftice,  and  falvstion  too. 

3  *«  Ye,  who  in  Ihades  of  darknefs  dwell, 
**  Juft  on  the  verge  of  death  and  hell— 
"  Lo<jk  up  to  me,  from  diilant  lands, 

*'  Light,  life,  and  heav'n,  are  in  my  hands. 

4  '*  I  '^y  my  holy  name  have  fjyorn, 
*<  Nor  (hill  the  word  in  vain  return  ; 

**  To  me  ihall  all  things  bend  the  knee>. 
*'   And  ev'ry  tongue  (hall  fwear  to  me. 

5'  »«  In  ME  alone,  lliall  men  confefs 
•'  Lies  all  their  ftrength  and  right'oufnefs  | 
*«   Bu'  fuch  as  dare  defpife  my  name, 
♦'  I'll  Clothe  them  with  eternal  Ihame. 

6  *'   111  me.  the  Lord,  (hall  all  the  feed 
♦*  Of  lir*el,  from  th^ir  iias  be  freed  ; 

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*f  And,  by  their  ILIning  graces  prove, 
^f  Their  int'reil  in  my  pard'ning  love," 
LXXXV.      The  fame. 

I    ^"Y^  ^  ^  Lord  on  high  proclaims 
^      His  Godhead,  from  his  throne  9 
*«  Mercy  and  juftice  are  the  names 
*«  ky  which- 1.  will  be  known* , 

2  ''  Ye  dying  fouls,  who  iit 
*«  In  darknefs  and  diftrefs, 

^'  Look  from  the  barders  of  the  pit; 
*'  To  my  recov'ringgrace." 

3  Sinaers  (hall  hear  the  fotind  ; 
Their  thankful  tongues  Ihall  own, 

Gur  right'oulnefs  and  lireagth  are  fou»|[; 
In  Thee,  the  Lord  aione,. 

4  TnThee,  fnall  Ifr'el  truf?. 
And  fee  their  gv'ih  forgiv'n  ; 

God  will  pronounce  the  iinners  jufl, 
;  And  take  the  faints  to  heav'n. 

IJiXXXVI.  God  holy^jufi,  i^/o'vereign.  Job,  ix,  3^^ 

1    TT^W  fhoald  the  fons  of  Adam's  ra6,& 

jTI   B^  pure  before  their  God  3 
If  he  contend  in  right'oufnels^ 

We  fall  beneath  his  rod. 

%  To  vindicate  my  wordi  and  tbouglitis, 

I'll  make  no  more  presence  ; 
Not  one,  of  al'  my  thoufaad  faults. 

Can  bear  a  juft  defence. 

5,  S'rong  is  his  arm,  his  heart  is  wife  5- 

What  vain  prelunner':  dare 
j^gainfl  their  maker's  hand  to  rife, 

O*  'tempt  in'  uneq-juJ  w^r  ? 

^4  Moanrams  by  hi-    laiii^.uy  wrath^ 
'  ffOin  their  owa  ka.i  ar<2  join  5 


56  HYMNS     AN»  B.I. 

He  (hakes  the  earth  from  fouth  to  norths 
And  all  her  pillars  mourn. 

5  He  bids  the  fun  forbear  to  rife, 
Th'  oted'ent  fun  forbears  ! 

His  hand  with  fack-cloth  fpreads  the  fkies* 
And  feals  up  all  the  liars. 

6  He  walks  upon  the  Itormy  fea— 
Flies  on  the  ftormy  wind  ; 

There's  none  can  trace  his  wond'rous  way. 
Or  his  dark  footlleps  find.] 

L XXX VII.    God  d'-Mells  nvith  the  humble  an^ 
penitent i  Ifa.  Ivii.    15,  16. 

1  ''-y^HUS  faith  the  high  and  lofty  One, 

^      *'  I  fir  upon  my  boiy  throne  ; 
«*  My  name  is  G  O  D,  i  dwell  on  high— - 
•*  Dwell  in  mine  own  eternity. 

2  **  But  I  defcend  to  worlds  belovv— 
«•  On  earth,  I  have  a  mftoiioi  too  :. 
*«  The  humble  fpirit  and  contriie 

««  Is  an  abode  of  my  delight. 

3  *'  The  humble  foul,  my  words  revive^ 
*'  I  bid  the  mourning  finner  live  ; 

*«  Heal  all   the  broken  hearts  I  fijid, 
*'  And  cafe  ihe  (arrows  of  the  mmd. 

[4  **   When    r  contend  againft  their  fin, 
•*   I  make  them  know — how  -vile  the^'^'ve  been  5 
**  But  fhould  my  wrath  for  ever  fmoke, 
<*   Their  fouls  would  finti  beneath  ihe  flroke.'*' 
O  may  thy  pard'ning  grace  be  nigh, 
eft  A'e  fhould  faint,  despair  and  die  ! 
Thus  (hall  our  better  thoughts  approve 
The  methods  of  thy  chafi'ning  love.] 

LXXXVin 


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B.I.       SPIRITUAL    SONGS.        57 

LXXXVIII.    life,   the  day  of  Grace  asd  Hope.^ 
Ecclei'.  ix.  4,  5,  6,  10. 

1  TT    I  F  E  is  the  time  to  ferve  the  Lord, 

J_^  The  time  t'  infure  the  great  reward  5 
And  while  the  lamp  holds  out  to  burn. 
The  vileiT:  finner  may  return. 

[2  Life  is  the  hour  which  God  has  giv'a 
To  'fcape  Trom  hell  and  fly  to  heav'n  ; 
The  day  of  grace,  when  mortals  may 
Secure  the  bleffings  of  the  day.] 

3  The  living  know  that  they  mull  die. 
But  all  the  dead  forgotten  lie  : 
rheir  mem'ry  and  their  fenfe  is  gone, 
Alike  unknowing  and  unknown. 

[4  Their  hatred  and  their  \o\t  is  lofl, 

i'heirenvy  burv'd  in  the  dull  ; 

rhey  have  no  fhare  in  all  that's  done 

Beneath  the  circuit  of  the  lun.] 

I;  Then  what  my  thoughts  defign  to  d®^ 

Vly  hands  with  ail  your  might  purfue  ; 

>ince  no  device  nor  work  is  found, 

^or  faith,  nor  hope,  beneath  the  grouncu 

!  There  are  no  at^s  of  pardon  pad 
n  the  cold  grave  to  which  we  hafle  1 
>ut  darknefs,  death,  and   Jong  defpair 
leign  in  eternal  filence  there, 

iXXXIX.    Tenth   and  Judgmint,    EccL    xi.  9. 

YE  fons  of  Adam,  vain  and  young. 
Indulge  your  eyes,  indulge  your  tongues^ 
^afte  the  delights  your  fouls  defire, 
ind  give  a  loofe  to  all  your  fire» 

Purfue  the  plcafures  you  defign^ 
Und  chear  your  hearts  with  fongs  and  wine  ;     ' 

Enjoy 


5?  ,     H  Y  M  IS[  S     AND  B.I, 

Enjoy  the  day  of  mirth— but  know 
There  is  a  day  of  judgment  too  I 

3  God  from  on  high  beholds  your  thought?. 
His  book  records  your  fecrec  faults  ; 
The  works  of  darknefs  you  have  done, 
Aiuft  ail  appear  before  the  fi.n. 

4  The  vengeance,' to  j^our  follies  due, 
Should  ftrike  your  hearts  wiih  terror  through  ; 
How  will  you  ftand  before  his  face, 
Or  anfwer  for  his  injarM  grace  f 

5  Almighty  God,  tutn  off  their  eyes- 
Prom  the  alluring  vanities  ! 
And  let  the  thunder  of  thy  \vord 
Awake  tlieir  fouls  to  fear  the  Lord. 

XC.     Tl^e  Jame, 

^   ¥"     O,  the  young  tribes  of  Adam  wU, 

%_j  And  thro'  al)  n  a  cure  rove  ; 
Fulfil  the  wilhes'of  iheir  eyes. 

And  tafte  the  joys  they  love. 

2  They  g've  a  loofe  to  wild  defircs  ; 
But  let  the  5nner?  know,- 

Ths  llrid  account,  which  Goa  requires 
Of  all  th€  works  they  do. 

3  The  Judge  prepares  his  throne  on  high  ; 
The  frighted  earth  and  feas 

Avoid  the  rury  of  his  eye. 
And  fiee  before  his  face. 

4  How  Hiall  1  bear  that  dreadful  day. 
And  Hand  the  fiery  iell  I 

I  give  all  m(;ria!  joys  a>say 
lo  be  for  ever  blelt. 

XCI.  AJ'v'ice  to  Youth,  Ecd.  xii.  i,  7, 

OW,  in  the  heat  of  youthful  blood. 
Remember  your  Creator  God  ; 

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£.1.        SPIRITUAL     SONGS.        59 

Behold  the  monihs  come  halVning  on, 
Wiiea   yoii  fhill  fay — "^y  joys  are  gom  ! 

2  Biihjid,  the  aged   fjnner  goes 
Ladea  wivii  g..iiit  and  hc«.vy  woes, 
Down  to  the  regions  o-    t.e  dead, 
V/itij  c  idl.is  curfei  on  i;:.   h'^id. 

3  The  dull  returns  to  duil;  again  ; 
Tlie  jbuU  !■■!  agonies  or  j'-in, 
Afcends  ,iO  Goo   ;  not  ihf  r^   io  dwell, 
Ba.  hears  her  jo'.uH,  and  finks  to  ne.l, 

4  Srerna]  King  1  I  f'^ar  thy  name  ; 
Teach  me  to  kno  v— how  frail  1  am — 
A  -.d,  .viie;)  my   {'(m\  mail;  hence  renlove. 
Give  ins  a  mauiion  in  thy  love, 

-XCII.  Chriil,  ll^ijdomofQQ^j  Pro.  vili.  1,22,32* 

1  p  H  A  L  L  Wifdom  cry  aloud, 

V  ^    And  not  her  ipeech  be  heard  ? 
The  voice  ot  God's  erernal  word, 
Deferves  it  no  reg  rd  ? 

2  ''   I  was  his  chief  delight, 
"   His  ever !a ill ng  Son, 

'''    C   '     ?,  the  firil  of  all  his  works, 

"    L;  Marion  wa-  begun. 
[3   '•    Before  the  flying  clouds, 

^^    Z-'-  :  the  ^\::.   b::\.,/;he  ^oods, 
*'    i  awe.L  at  nis  right  hand. 

4  '*   When  ha  adcra'u  ihe  Ikies, 
*•    And  buijt  rhim— !  was  there, 

**  To  order  when  ihe  iU  i  should  rile, 
'*    And  o>a.rtial  ey'ry  fi.-.r. 

•     5   *'   When  be  pour'd  otr  the  Tea, 
**  And  fpread  the  S&vviiig  deep^ 


5o  HYMNS    AN»  B.l. 

I  gave  the  flood  a  firm  decree, 

** — In  its  own  bounds  to  keep.— • 

6  "  Upon  the  empty  air 

"  Ihe  earth  was  ballanc'd  well  ; 
"  With  joy  1  faw  the  manfion  where 
,'  The  ibns  of  men  fhould  dwell. 

7  *'  My  bufy  thoughts  at  firft 
*'  On  their  falvation  ra'n, 

"  E'er  fin  was  horn,  or  Adam's  duft 
*'   Was  falliion'd  to  a  man. 

S  ^*  Then  come,  receive  my  grace, 

'*  Ye  children,  and  be  wife  ; 
*«  Happy  the  man  who  keeps  my  ways, 

«*  The  man  who  fhuns  them,  dies.** 

XCIII*  Wijdom  obeyed  or  rejijicd^  Pro.  viil.  34,  36. 

THUS   faith  the  wifdom  of  the  Lord — 
*'  Blels'd  is  the  man  who  hears  my  word 
**  Keeps  daily  watch   before  my  gates, 
*'  And,  at  my  feet,  for  mercy  waits. 

2  **  The  foul,  who  feeks  me,  Ihall  obtain 
''  liBmortal  wealth,  and  heav'nly  gain  ; 
*'   Immortal  life  is  hii  reward — 

'*  Life — and  the  favour  of  the  Lord. 

3  *'  But  the  vile  wretch,  who  flies  from  mr^,  ! 
*'  Doth  hi?  own  fool  an  injury  ;  I 
*^  FocU,  who  a;Tainft  my  grace  rebel,  : 
"  Seek  death — and  love  the  road  to  hell.'* 


XQlW^Juft  f.cdkn  hy    Faith,  not  by   TVorks-l 
Rom.   iii.    19 22.  ■ 

T  A  T  N  are  the  hopes,  the  Tons  of  men 
''      On  their  own  works  have  built  ; 
Their  hearts,  by  n-^^ure,  3II  unclean. 
And  all  their  adiuns  guilt. 

z  L: 


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2  Let  Jew  and  Gentile  flop  their  mouths, 
'Without  a  murm'iing  word. 

And  the  whole  race  of  Adam  itand 
Guilty,  before  ihe  Lordo 

3  In  vain  we  aik  God's  righteous  law 
To  jufilfy  us  now  ; 

,  Since — to  convince,  and  to  condemn-^ 
Is  all  the  law  can  do. 

4  Jefas  how  glor'ous  is  ihy  grace. 
When  in  thy  Name  we  trail  1 

Our  faith  receives  a  right'cufaefs 
Which  makes  the  uaner  juTt. 

XCV.    'P-egeneraticni  John  i.  13,  and'iii.  ^3,  •&;-g> 

1  IV  T  C^  T  all  the  outward  forms  on  earth, 
j^H    Nor  rites,  which  God  has  giv'n, 

Ner  will  of  aiaoj  Bor  blood,  nor  birth. 
Can  raife  a  foul  to  heaven, 

2  The  {ov*reiga  will  of  God,  alone 
Creaies  us  heirs  of  grace  ; 

Born  in  the  image  of  his  Son, 
A  new  pecul'ar  race. 

3  The  Spirit,  like  fome  heav'niy  wind. 
Blows  'cA  the  fons  of  fiefh  ; 

New-models  all  the  carnal  mind. 
And  forms  tke  man  a fre ill, 

■4  Our  quicK'ned  foals  awake — and  rife 

From  the  "long  fleep  of  death  ; 
■On  heav'nly  things  we  fix  oar  eyes. 

And  praife  employs  our  breath. 

■XC  V''L  EleSlion  excludes  heafrlng,  I  Cer.  i.  26;  31. 

I  13  ^  ^  ^^'^  among  the  carnal  wfle, 

l3  But  few  of  noble  race 
Obtain   the  favour  of  thine  eves. 

Almighty  King  of  Grace.  ' 

F  z  Hs 


«2  HYMNS.  ANd 

2  He  takes  the  men  of  meaneft  name. 
For  Tons  and  heirs  of  God  ; 

And  thus,  he  pours  abundant  fliame 
On  honorable  blood. 

3  He  calls  the  fool,  and  makes  him  knovr 
The  myfl'ries  of  his  grace. 

To  bring  afpirino^  wifdom  low. 
And  all  its  pride  abafe. 

4  Nature  has  all  its  glory  loft. 
When  brought  before  his  throne  : 

No  flefh  fliall  in  his  prefence  boaft. 
But  in  the  Lord  alone. 

XCVII.   Chrift,  our  Righteoii/nefs,    i  Cor.  i.  36* 

1  T>  U  R  Y  '  D  in  fhadovvs  of  the  night 
J3    We  lie,  till  Chrift  reflores  the  light  5 

Wifdom  decends  to  heal  the  blind. 
And  chafe  the  darknefs  of  the  mind. 

2  Our  guilty  fouls  are  drown'd  in  tear^i 
'Tis  his  atoning  blood  appears; 
Then  we  awake  from  deep  diftrefs. 
And  fing — the  Lord  our  Right^oufne/s  / 

3  Our  very  frame  is  mix'd  with  fm  5 
His  fpirit  makes  our  natures  clean  ; 
Such  virtues  from  his  fufF'rings  flow. 
At  once  to  cleanfe  and  pardon  too. 

4  Jefus  beholds  where  fatan  reigns, 
Binding  his  flaves  in  heavy  chains  ; 
He  fets  the  prii'ncrs  free^  and  breaks 
The  iron  bondage  from  cur  necks. 

-,   Poor  helplefs  worms  in  Thee  polTefs 
Grace,  wifdomj  pcw'r,  and  right'oufncfs ; 
Thoit  art  our  m'cglity  ALL — and  we 
G\re  our  whole  'elvj?s,  O  Lord,  10  ihee. 

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XCVill.      rhe  fame. 

1  Y  1"0  W  heavy  is  the  night 

J  \  Which  hangs  upon  our  eyes  ; 
*TiII  Chrift,  with  his  reviving  light. 
Over  oar  fouls  ariie  ! 

2  Our  guilty  fpfrits  dread 

To  meet  the  wrach  of  heav'n  ; 
'Till  in  his  right'oafaefs  array'd. 
We  fee  our  fins  forgiv'n, 

3  Unholy  and  impure 

Are  all  our  thoughts  and  ways^ 
His  hands  infeded  nature  curs 
With  fandlifying  grace. 

4  The  povvVs  of  hell  agree 
To  hold  our  fouis,  in  vain  ;. 

He  fets  the  fons  of  bondage  free. 
And  breaks  the  cuxfed  chaiiu. 

5  Lord— we  adore  thy  ways 
To  bring  us  near  to  God — - 

Thy  fov 'reign  pow*r,  thy  healing  grace, 
And  thine  atoning  blood  1 

XCIX. Stones  made  children  of  Abraham, M.2^X„'m.^, 

I;  'T  TAIN  are  the  hopes  which  rebels  place 

V     Upon  their  birth  and  blood, 
Defcended  from  a  pious  race — 
(Their- fathers  no-iv  njjith  God.) 

z  He,  from  the  caves  of  earth  and  hell 

Can  take  the  hardeft  ftones. 
And  fill  the  houfe  of  Abr'am  well 

With  new  created  fons. 

3  Such  wond'rous  povv'r  he  doth  poITefs, 

Who  form'd  our  mortal  frame. 
Who  call'd  the  world  from  emptinefs— 

The  world  obey'd,  and  came. 

F.  3,.  G, 


64-  H  Y  M  N  S      ANo  B.fr. 

C.   Belu'Viy  -Rnd  heJu'veJ,   John  ili.  16,  17,  18. 

1  "^^T  O  T  to  condemn  ttie  Tons  of  men 
X^    Did  Chriil,  the  Son  of  God  appear  : 

No  weapons  in  his  hands  are  feen. 
No  flaming  fword,  nor  thunder  there. 

2  Such  was  the  pi:y  of  our  God— 
He  lov'd  the  race  of  man  fo  well,. 
He  fent  his  fon  ro  bear  our  load 

Of  fins,  and  fave  our  fouls  from  helL. 

'•-.   Sinners,  believe  the  Saviour's  word,.. 
Tral^  in  bis  mighty  name,  and  Uve  ; 
A  ihoufand  joys  his  lips  aiFord, 
His  hands  a  thoufand  blelTings  give. 

4  But  vengeance  and  d&mnaiijn  lies 
On  jebels,'  who  refufe  his  grace  ; 
Who  God's  eiernal  Son  defpife^, 
The  hoitefl  hellfh.all  be  their  place. 

CI.  ycy  in  hea'ven  for  a  re  Renting  Jlnntry  Lu.  xvv 

1  X  T  7HO  can  defcribe  the  joys,  which  rifs. 

W     Thro'  all  .the  courts  of  paraclife. 
To  fee  a  prodigal  return, 
To  fee  an  heir  of  glory  born  ? 

2  With  joy,  the  Father  doth  approve 
The  fruit  of  his  eternal  love  ; 
The  fon,  with  joy,  looks  dov/n  and  fees 
The  purcbafe  of  his  agonies. 

3  The  fpirit  takes  delight  to  view 
The  holy  fou-,  he  form'd  anew  : 
And   faints  and  angels  jo?o  to  fing 
The  growing  empire  of  their  King. 

Ql^—The  Beatitudes,  Matt,  v,  2 1  J.. 

LEST  are  the  humble  fouls,  who  fee 
Their  tm.punefj  and  poverty  ;, 

Trfafaia 


B/L        SPIRITUxA^L    SONGS,       ^, 

TreaPares  of  grace,  to  thefi^  are  giv'riy 
And  crowns  of  joy  laid  up  in  heav'n.] 

[2  Bleft  are  .the  men  of  broken  heart. 
Who  mourn  for  fin  with  inward  fmari;  , 
The  blood  of  Ch. rift  divirjelj   flows 
A  healing  balm  for  all  their  woes.] 

[3  Bleil  are  the  meekj  who  Hand  afar  - 
From  rage  and  palSbn,  noife  and  war  ; 
God  will  fecure  their  happy  fta^. 
And  plead  their  caufe  againft  the  great.] 

[4  Bleft  are  the  fouls  who  thiril  for  grace  5 
Hunger  and  long  for  right'oufnefs  ; 
They  fhall  be  well  fupply'd,  and  fed 
With,living  ilreams  and  living  bread.] 

[5  Blell  are  the  men^  whofe  bowels  movc.^ 
And  melt  with  fympathy  and  love  ; 
From  Chrift,  the  Lord,  they  fhall  obtain 
Like  fympathy,  and  love  again.] 

[6  Bleft  are  the  pare,  whofe  hearts  are  cleasi 
From  the  defiling  pow'r  of  iin  ; 
With  endlefs  pleafure  they  fh all  fee 
A  God  of  fpbtlefj  purity.] 

[7  Bleit  are  the  men  of  peaceful  life. 
Who  quench  the  coals  of  growing  firife  ; 
They  Ihall  be  call'd— -the'heirs  of  blifs, 
Thefons  of  God — the  God  of  peace.] 

{8  Bieft  are  the  fafF'rers,  who  partake 
Oi  pain  and  Ihame,  for  Jefus'  fake  ; 
Their  fouls  fhall  triumph  in  the  Lord^     "^ 
Glory  and  joy  a?e  their  reward.] 


CIIL  Noi  ajharn^  of  the  G^/pel,  2  Tim.  1,  I2i 

3 'T'M  not  afhamVl  to  own  my  Lord, 
i  Qt  to  defend  his  caufe, 

F  5  Maiatais 


66  M  Y  M  N  S     AR-p  F.L 

Maintain  tlie  honor  of  his  word. 
The  glory  of  his  Crofs. 

2,  Jefus,  my  God  I  I  knocv  his  name. 

His  name  is  all  my  truft  ; 
Kor  will  he  put  my  foul  to  Ihame, 

Nor  let  my  hope  be  loft. 

5  Firm  as  his  tbrone,  his  promife  Hands, ' 

And  he  can  well  fecure 
What  Tve  committed  to  his  hands, 

'Till  the  decjfive  hour. 

4  Then  will  he  ow^n  my  worthlefs  name 

Before  his  Father's  face  ; 
And,  in  the  new  Jerufalem, 

Appoint  my  foul  a  place. 

CIV.  State  of  nature  and  grace  y  I  Cor.vi.io,!.^^ 

3  TWT  O  T  the  malicious  or  profane, 

X^    The  wanton,  or  the  proud, 
!Nor  thieves,  nor  fland'rers  Ihall  obtaii 

'i'he  kingdom  of  our  God. 

1  Surprizing  grace  !  And  fuch  were  vye 

By  nature,  and  by  fm  ; 
Heirs  of  immortal  mifery. 

Unholy  and  unclean. 

3  But  we  are  wafh'd  in  Jefus'  blood. 
We're  pardon'd  thro'  his  name  ; 

And  the  good  fpirit  of  our  God 
Has  fanftify'd  our  frame. 

4  O,  for  a  perfevering  pow'r 
To  keep  thy  juft  commands  ! 

We  would  defile  our  hearts  no  more. 
No  more  pollute  our  hands. 

C^ 


B.I.        SPIRITUAL     SONGS.        €-j 

CV.  Hea'ven  in'vijible  and  holy^  \  Cor.  ii.  9,  10, 
Rev.  xxi.  27. 

1  "^TOR  eye  hath  feen,  nor  ear  has  heard^ 
XNI    N^or  fenfe,  nor  reafon  knowrS;, 

"What  joys  the  father  has  prepar'd 
For  thofe  who  love  his  Son. 

2  But  the  good  Spirit  of  the  Lord 
Reveals  a  heav'n  to  con:ie  ; 

The  beams  of  glory,  in  bis  wordi 
Allure  and  guide  us  home. 

3  Pure  are  the  joys  above  the  Iky, 
And  all  the  region  peace  : 

No  wanton  lips,  nor  env*ous  eye. 
Can  fee  or  tafte  the  blifs. 

4  Thofe  holy  gates  forever  bar 
Pollution,  fm  and  (hame  ; 

None  il.all  obtain  admittance  there. 
But  fo ii'wers  of  the  Lamb. 

5  He  keeps  the  Father's  book  of  life> 
There  all  their  names  are  found  ; 

The  hypocrite  in  vain  fhali  ftrive 
To  tread  the  heav'nly  ground. 

CVJ.  Dead  to  Jin  hy  the  crofs  c/'Chrift,  Ro.vi.S. 

I  OHALL  we  go  on    to  iin, 

i3  Becaufe  thy  grace  abounds. 
Or  crucify  the  Lord  again. 

And  open  a!l  his  v/ounds  ? 

7.  Forbid  it,  mighty  God  I 

Nor  let  it  e'er  be  faid, 
That  we,  whofe  fins  are  crucify'd. 

Should  raife  them  from  the  dead, 

3  We  will  be  flaves  no  more. 
Since  Chrift  has  made  us  ii^Zs 

Has 


i 


f8,  HYMNS     AND  B.L 

Has  nail'd  our  tyrants  to  the  crofs. 
And  bought  our  liberiy. 

CVJI.    The    Fall  and  Recovery  of  Mum  :    Or^ 
Chrill  and  Satan  at  enmity i  Gen.  iii.i,  1 5,  JEJ, 
I     Gal.  iv.  4,  Col.  ii.  15. 

^ECEIV'D  by  iubde  fnares  of  hell, 
_       Adam,,  owr  head,  our  father,  fell  ;  - 
When  fatan,  in  the  ferpent  hid, 
Propos'd  the  fruit  which  Gop  forbid. 

2  Death  was  the  threat'ning  :  I>eath  begaa  . 
To  take  pcfleffion  of  the  man  ; 

His  unborn  race  receiv'd  the  wound , 
And  heavy  curfes  fmote  the  ground. 

3  But  fatan  foand  a  worfe  reward  ; 
Thus  faith  the  vengeance  of  the  Lord—  - 
*'  Let  everlafting  hatred  be 

"  Betwixt  the  woman's  feed  and  thee. 

4/*  The  woman's  feed  fliall  be  my  fon  ; 
«*  He  fhall  deftroy  what  thou  haft  done — 
«<  Shall  break  thy  head — and  only  feeL 
«'  Thy  malice  raging  at  his  heel." 

[5  He  fpake — and  bid  four  thoufand  years 

Roll  on— at  length  his  fon  appears  ; 

Angels,  with  joy  defcend  toearth. 

And  fiag  the  young  Redeemer's  birth. 

6  Lo,  by  the  fons  of  hell  he  dies !  ^ 

But,  as  hfi  hong  'tvvixt  earth  and  ikies,  ,  fl 

He  gave  their  prince  a  fatal  blow. 

And  triumph'do'er  the  povy'r^  below.] 

CVIIL   Chrift  nnfeen  and  leU'ved,  I  Pet.  i..8.v 

I   "T^T  O  T  with  our  mortal  eyes 
2/^    Have  we  beheld  the  Lord  ;  . 

Yet  we  rejoice  to  hear  his  name. 
And  love  hira  fn  his  word, 

2  OliJ 


ph-      SPIRITUAL    SONGS.       6f 

I  On  esrrh  we  want  the  light 
i    Of  otw  Redeemer's  face  ; 
Fet,  Lord  our  inmoit  thoughts  delight 
To  dwell  upon  thy  grace* 

And  when  %e  taHe  thy  love> 
Oar  joys  divinely  grow 
jnrpeakable,  like  thcie  above. 
And  heav'n  begins  below. 

21X,  The  Value  of  CWi^.,  arJ  his   righteovJ'nej% 
Phil.  lii.  7,  8,  9. 

N'  O  more,  my  God,  I  boa f^  no  more 
Of  all  the -duties  I  have  dons  j. 
[quit  the  hopes  I  he'd  before. 
To  trull  the  merits  of  thy  Son. 

z  Now,  for  the  love  I  bear  his  name. 
What  was  my  gain  I  count  my  lofs  -; 
My  former  pride   1  call  my  fnamej 
And  nail  m7  glory  to  hiscrofs* 

4,  Yes,  and  I'muil  and  will  eHeem 
All  things  but:  lofs -for  Jefus'  fake  ; 
O,  may  my  foul  be  found  in  Him,       ^ 
,And  of  his  righi'oulnefs  partake  ! ' 

4-  The  beft'obed'ence  of  my  hands- 
Dares  not  ac-p.ear  before  thy  throne  % 
But  faith  can  anfwer  thy  demands, 
pleading  what  my  Lord  has  done. 


t 


X.  Death  and  immediate  Glory,  2  Cor.  V.  I,5a§.' 

I    '''"T^HERS  i.^  a  houfe  not  made  with  hands^^ 

J[        Eternal,  and-on  high  ; 
And  here,  my  fpirit  waiting  Hands, 
Till  God  fhall  bid  it  fly. 

2'  Shortly,  this  pfifon  of  my  clay 
Muil  be  diilblvM,  aiid-fail  s 

Thea^ 


TO  HYMNS     AND  B.I. 

Then,  O  my  foul,  with  joy  obey 
Thy  heav'nly  Father's  caii. 

3  'Tis  he,  by  his  Almighty  grace. 
Who  forms  thee  fit  for  he.iv'a  ; 

And,  as  an  earneft  of  the  placi;. 
Has  his  own  Spirit  giv'n. 

4  We  walk  by  faith  of  joys  to  come-- - 
Faith  lives  upon  his  word  ; 

But,  while  the  body  is  our  home. 
We're  abfent  from  the  Lord. 

5  'Tis  pleafant  to  believe  thy  grace, 
But  we  had  rather  fee  ; 

We  would  be  abfent  from  the  flefli. 
And  prefent.  Lord,  with  thee. 

CXI.  Sal"jaticnhy  Grace^  Titus  iii.  3 — -7. 

[1  'f'     ORD,  we  confefs  our  num'rous  faults-,: 

\_j  How  great  our  guilt  has  been  ! 
Fooliih  and  vain  were  all  our  thoughts. 

And  all  our  lives  were  fin. 
z  But,  O  my  foul,  forever  praife> 

For  everlove  his  name, 
.  "VS^ho  turns  thy  feet  from  dangerous  ways, 

•  Of  foll.es  fin,  and  fhame  !] 
[3   'Tis  not  thy  works  of  right'oufnefs. 

Which  our  own  hands  have  done  ; 
But  we  are  fav'd  by  sov'reign  GaACE,.  M 

Abounding  thro'  his  Son.]  ™ 

4  'Tis  from  the  mercy  of  our  God 
That  all  our  hopes  begin  ; 

"7is  by  the  water  and  the  blood 
Our  fouls  are  waih'd  from  fin. 

5  'Tis  through  the  purchafe  of  his  death 
Who  hung^upon  the  tree. 

The 


B.I.        SPIRITUAL    SONGS.        '71 

The  Spirit  is  fent  down  to  breathe 
On  fuch  dryl>ones  as  we. 

'6  RaisM  from  the  dead,  we  live  anew— 

And  jaflify'd  by  grace. 
We  Ihall  appear  in  glory  too. 

And  fee  our  Father's  face. 

CXII.  Looking  to  Jefus,  John  iii.   14—16. 

I   QO  did  the  Hebrew  prophet  raife 

j3  The  brazen  ferpent  high  ;  • 
The  wounded  felt  immed'ate  eafcj 

The  camp  forebore  to  die. 

3  Look  upujard  in  the  dyi?2g  hour. 
And  li've — the  prophet  cries  ;— 

But,  Chrift  performs  a  nobler  cur«. 
When  faith  lifts  up  her  eyes. 

.2  High  on  the  crofs  the  Saviour  hungp 

High  o'er  the  heav'ns  he  reigns  ; 
Here  finners,  by  th'  old  ferpent  ftungj 
^  Look,  and  forget  their  pains. 

4  When  God's  own  Son  is  lifted  upa 
A  dying  world  revives  ; 

The  Jew  beholds  the  glor'ous  hope, 
Th'  expiring  Gentile  lives, 

€XIII.     Abraham's  Bkfjings  en  the   Gentiles-, 
Gen.  xvii.  7.  Rom.  xv.  8.  Mark  x.   14. 

*|^TT  O  W  large  the  promife  !  how  divine  ! 
J]7i  To  Abr'am,  and  his  feed  ; 
cf  — I'll  be  a  God  to  thee  and  thincj 
**  Supplying  all  their  need.'' — 

.  2  The  words  of  this  e>;  ten  five  love 
From  age  to  age  endure  ; 
The  angel  of  the  cov'nant  proves', 
A  ad  feals  the  blelTing  fure.  . 

Je/tis 


^.z  H  Y  M  N  S     ANi>  B. 

3  Jefus,  the  ancient  faith  comfirms. 
To  oar  great  fathers  giv'n  ;     f 

He  takes  young  ciiildren  to  his  arms, 
.  And  calls  them — heirs  cfhea^v^n^ 

4  Our  God,  how  faithful  are  his  ways  ! 
His  love  endures  the  fame  ; 

Nor  fiorn   the  prcraife  of  his  grace 
Blois  out  the  children's  name. 

CXIV.  The  fame.  Kom2ins\\.  iSiiy, 

1  f^^  ENTILES  by  nature,  vvc  bsion|f 
\j^  To  the  wild  olive  wood  ; 

Grace  takes   us  from  the  barren  tree. 
And  grafts  us  in  the  good. 

2  With  the  famebleffings  grace  endows 
The  Gentile  and  the  Jew  ^ 

li  pure  and  holy  be  the  Root, 
Such  are  the  bjanckes  too. 

3  Then,  let  the  children  of  the  faints 
Be  dedicate  to  God  ; 

Pour  out  thy  Spi/it  on  them,  Lord, 
And  walh  them  in' thy  blood. 

4  Thus,  10  the  Parents  and  their  h^d. 
Shall  thy  falvation  come. 

And  num'rous  houfhholds  meet  at  lafl 
In  one  eternal  home. 

CXV.  Cen^z^iSion-off.'i  by  the  Azw,  Ro.  vii.-8,  &-C» 

I    T    OR  D,  how  fecOre  my  confcience  was, 
J^^    And -felt  no  inward  dicad  ; 

1  was  alive,  without  the  law. 

And  thought  my  fnis  were  dead. 

2  My  hopes  of  heav'n  were  firm,  and  bright> 
Butfince  the  precect  came 

Vvirh  a  convincing   pow'r  and  HHlit; 
d  find  how  \iW  1  am. 


E.  L        SPIRITUAL     SONGS,       73 

[5  My  guilt  appeared  but  fmall  before, 

'^iii  terribly  I  faw— 
How  perfed,  holy,  juft,  and  pure. 

Was  thine  eternal  law. 

4  Then  felt  my  foul  the  heavy  load  , 

My  fin?  reviv'd  again  ; 
I  had  provoked  a  dreadful  God,    ' 

And  all  my  hopes  were  llain.] 

.5  I'm  like  a  helplefs  captive  fold. 
Under  the  pow'r  of  iin  ; 

1  cannot  do  the  good  I  would. 

Nor  keep  my  confcience  clean. 

6  My  God,  I'll  cry  with  ev'ry  breatli. 

For  fome  kind  pow'r  to  fave. 
To  break  the  yoke  of  fin  and  death. 

And  thus  redeem  the  flave. 

^CXVI.  LoTje  to  God  i^  our  neighbor ,  Mat.  xxii. 

;*:  ^T^HUS  f^ith  the  firii  and  great  command, 

X      *'  Let  all  thy  inward  pow'rs  unite 
"  To  love  thy  Maker,  and  thy  God, 
•*'  With  utmoil  vigor  and  delight. 

2  '*  Then  fliall  thy  neighbour  next  In  place 
<*  Share  thine  affeftions  and  efteem, 

*'   And,  let  thy  kindnefs  to  thy  felf 
"  Meafure  and  rule  thy-  love  to  him." 

3  This  is  the  fenfe  which  Mofes  fpoke. 
This  did  the  prophets  teach  and  prove  j— 
For  want  vof  this  ihe  law  is  broke. 

And  the  whole  law's  fulfill 'd  by  love. 

4  But  Oh  !  xhow  bafeour  palTions  are  ! 
How  cold  cur  charity  and  zeal  ! 
Lord,  fill  our  fouls  with  heav'nlv  fire. 
Or  we  fliaii  ne'er  perform   thy  will. 

.       G  CXVII, 


74  H  Y  Ivl  N  S     ANO  B.  I. 

CXVIL  Ehrtiorii  folder  eign  and  free,  Ro.  ix.  21. 

yi  TQEHOLD  the  potter  and  the  clay  ! 

X5'  He  forms  his  vefTel  as  he  pleafe.; 
Sich  is  oar  God,  and  luch  are  we. 
The  fubjedls  of  his  high  decrees. 

2  Doth  not  the  workman's  po\v*r  extend 
O'er  all  the  mafs,  which  part  to  choofe* 
And  mould  it  for  a  nobler  end, 
iknd  which  to  leave  for  viler  ufe  ?] 

%  May  not  the  fov'reign  Lord  on  high 
Difpenfe  his  favors  as  he  will, 
Chojfe  fome  to  life,  while  others  die. 
And  yet  be  juft  and  gracious  ftill  ? 

[4  Whr.  if,  to  make  his  terror  known,  : 

He  \zu  his  pacience  long  endure, 
SiiuVing  vile  rebels  to  go  on. 
And  feal  their  own  deftrii-^ion  fure  ? 

§   What  if  he  means  to  fhow  his  grace^ 
And  his  eledir.g  love  employs 
To  mark  out  {avat  of  mortal  race, 
And  form  them  fit  for  heav'nly  joys  ? 

6  Shall  man  reply  againll  the  Lord, 
And  call  his  Maker's  ways  unjuft. 
The  thi'nder  of  whofe  dreadful  word 
Cancr-di  a  thoufand  worlds  to  duU  ? 

7  But,  O  ray  foul,  if  truth  fo  bright 
Should  dazzle  and  confound  thy  fight. 
Yet  ftill  his  written  will  obey, 
r^nd  wait  the  great  decifivc  day. 

9,  Then  fhall  he  make  his  juftice  knovvn>     . 
And  the  whole  world,  before  his  throne. 
With  jcy  or  terror,  Inall  confefs 
The  glorv  of  his  Hght'oufnefs. 

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B.T.       SPIRITTJAL     SONGS.        75 

CXVIir.  Mofes  ^  Chriit ;  ^x  frns  agaiiyi  the  lam 
andgofpd,  John  i.  17.  He.iii.  3,  5,6.  >:,  2S. 

I   ^T^  H  E  law  by  Mofes  came, 

X      ^^"^  peace,  and  trath,  and  love. 
Were  brought  hy  Chrift  (a  nobler  name) 
Defcending  from   above, 

3  Amidft  the  houfe   of  God 

Their  different  works  were  done  j 

Mofes  a  faithful  fervant  flood. 
But  Q\ix\^--'a  faithful  Son, — 

3  Then  to  his  new  commands 
Be  ilrifl  obed'ence  paid  ; ' 

O'er  all  his  Father's  houfe  he  ftands 
The  So V 'reign  and  the  Head. 

4  The  man  who  duril:  defpife 
The  law  which'  Mofes  brought^. 

Behold  !  how  terribly  he  dies 
For  his  prefumpt'ous  fault  : 

5  But  forer  vengeance  falls 
On  that  rebeli'ous  race. 

Who  hate  to  hear  when  jefas  calls- 
And  dare  refill  his  grace. 

XXIX.  The  different  fuccefs  ofihe  Go:pel,   i  Cor> 
i.  23,  24.  2  Cor.  iL  16.  1  Cor.  iii.  6,  7. 

1  /CHRIST  and  his  crofs  are  aUour  theme; 
\^  The  myil'ries  which  we  fpeak, 

Are  fcandal  in  the  Jews'  efteem. 
And  folly  to  the  Greek  : 

2  But  fouls,  enlightned  from  above. 
With  joy  receive  the  word  ; 

They  fee  what  wifdom,  pow'r,  and  love 
Shine  in  their  dying  Lord, 

3  The  vital  favor  of  his  name 
Reftcres  their  fainting  breath  | 


7.6  H  y  M  N  3     AND  B-.I-. 

But  unbelief  perverts  the  fame 
To  guilt,  defpair,  and  death. 

4  'Till  God  diiFufe  his  graces  down. 

Like  fhow'rs  of  heav'niy  rain. 
In  vain  /^polios  fows   the  ground^ 

And  Paul  may  plant  in  vain. 

CXX.  Faith  of  things  unfcen,  Heb.  xi.  I,  3,  &C. 

1  yT'AITH  is  the  brighteft  evidence 
J^     Of  things  beyond  our  fight. 

Breaks  thto'  the  clouds  of  flefh  and  fenfe^ 
And  dwells  in  heav'niy  light. 

2  It  fets  time  part  in  prefent  view, 
^'rings  diiiant  profpeds  home. 

Of  chirgs  a  thoafand  years  ago. 
Or  thoufand  years  to  come. 

3  By  faith  w«  know  the  worlds  were  made-- 
By  God's  almighty  word  ; 

Abra'm,   to  unknown  countries  led. 
By  faith  obey'd  the  Lord. 

4  He  fought  a  city,  fair  and  higb. 
Bull  I  by-  th'  eternal  hands  ; 

And  faith  affures  us,  tho'  we  die. 
That  heav'niy  building  ftands. 

CXXL    Children  deuoted  to  God,  Gen.  xvii.  jj.    \ 
10,   Ads  xvi.  14,  15,  33.  1 

(For  tho  e  nxiho  practice  Infant  Baptifm,) 

1  '^|~*-HUS  faith  the  mercy  of  the  Lord, 

i      **  I'll  be  a  God  to  thee  ; 
*'  VW  blefs  thy  num'rous  race — and  they 
**  Shall  be  a  feed  for  me." 

2  Ahra'm  believ'd  the  promis'd  grace,  •] 
And  gave  his  fons  to  God  ; 

But  water  feals  the  blefling  now. 

Which  once  w^s  fe^I'd  with  blood.  ! 

3  Thuaj 


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B.L       SPIRITUAL    SONGS, 

3  Thus  Lydia  farrdlify'd  her  hoafej 
When  file  receiv'd  the  word  i 

Thus  the  believing  jailor  gave 
His  houihold  to  the  Lord; 

4  Thus  latterTaints,  Eternal  King, , 
Thine  aacient  truth  embrace  ; 

To  thee,  their  infant  ofFspring  bring. 
And  humbly  claim  the  grace. 

CXXIL   Believers  buried  ^ith  ChrAin  bapil/m, . 
Rom.  vi.  3,  4,  &c. 

O  we  not  know  that  folemn  word- 
That  we  are   bury'd  with  the  Lord  ;. 
Baptiz'd  inro  his  death,  and  then 
Put  oiFthe  body  of  our  fin  ? 

2  Our  fouls  receive  diviner  breath, 
Rais'd  from  corruption,  guilt  and  death  ;. 
So,  from  the  grave  did  Chriil:  arife. 
And  lives  to  God  above  the  ikies. 

3-  No  more  let Tm  or  fatan  reiga 
Over  our  mortal  flefh  sgain  ; 
The  var'ous  lufts  we  fervM  before 
Shall  have  dominion  now  no  more.' 

CXXIII.   The  repenting;  ProdigaU  ^'^'  XV.  13. 
1  TJEKOLD  the  wretch,  whofe  lull  and  wins 

J3  ^s<i  wafted  his  eftate  \ 
He  begs  a  ihare  among  the  fwine. 

To  talle  the  hulks  they  eat. 

2^'  I  die  with  hunger  here,  (he  cries) 

*'  I  ftarve  in  foreign  lands  ; 
*'  My  father's  houfe  has  large  fupplies, 

'*  And  bount'ous  are' his  hands. 

3  "  I'll  goy  and,  with' a  mournful  tongue, 
•'  Fall  dowa  before  his  face  5 

G3  *' Faths^ 


78  HYMNS     A-iz>  :B,L 

**  Father,  I've  done  thy  juftice  wrong, 
**  Nor  can  deferve  thy  grace.'* 

4  He  faid — and  hafl'ned  to  his  home. 
To  feek  his  father's  love  ; 

The  Father  faw  tbe  rebel  come — 
And  all  his  bowels  move. 

5  He  ran — and  fell  upon  his  neck, 
Embrac'd  and  kifs'd  his  fon  ; 

The  rebel's  heart  with  forrow  break 
For  follies  he  had  done. 

6  "  Take  off  his  clothes  of  fhame  and  fin, 
(The  father  gives  command) 

"  Drefs  him  in  garments  white  and  clean, 
"  With  rings  adorn  his  hand. 

7  A  day  of  feafting  I  ordain, 

*'  Let  mirth  and  joy  abound  ; 
*'  My  fon  was  dead,  and  lives  again, 
"  Was  loit,  and  now  is  found." 

CXXIV.  ^ht  firft  and fecond  Adam,  Ro.  v.  l^-. 

1  T^EEP  in  the  dufr,  before  thy  throne, 
\.  3  Our  guilt  and  o-jr  difgrace  we  own  ; 

Great  God,  we  own  th'  unhappy  name 
Whence  fprung  our  nature  and  our  fhame  \ 

2  Adam,  the  Tinner  : — At  his  fall. 
Death,  like  a  conq'ror,  feiz'd  us  all  ;. 
A  thoufand  new-bcrn  babes  are  dead 
By  fatal  union  to  their  head. 

3  But  while  our  fpirits,  fill'd  with  awe,. 
Behold  the  terrors  cf  thy  law. 

We  fing  the  honors  ol  thy  grace. 
That  fent  to  fave  our  ruin'd  race. 

4  We  fmg  thine  everlafting  Son, 
Who  join'd  our  nature  to  his  own  j 

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Adam,  the  fecond,  from  the  dull, 
Raifes  the  rains  of  the  iiril. 

[5  By  the  rebellion  of  one  man^ 
Thro'  all  his  feed  the  mifchief  ran  1 
And  by  one  man's  obed'ence  now    • 
Are  all  his  feed  made  right'ous  too. 

6  Where  fin  did  reign,  and  death  abound. 
There  have  the  fons  of  Adam  found 
Abounding  life — thus  glor'ous  grace 
Reigns  thro'  the  Lord,  our  right'oufnefs. 

QXXV.    Chrifl's    Comfafjlon  to   the   nveak   and 
tempted,  Heb.iv.  15,  16,  ^  v. 9.  Mat   vii.  20^ 

1  T  T  ^  I  T  H  joy  we  meditate  the  grace 

VV      Of  our  High  Prieft  above  5 
His  heart  is  made  of  tendernefs. 
His  feovvels  mek  with  love. 

3  Touch'd  with  a  fympathy   withinp- 
He  knows  our  feeble  frame — 

He  knows  wha"  fore  temptations  mean? 

For  he  has  felt  the  fam.e. 
y  But  fpotlefs,  innocent,  and  pure^ 

The  great  Redeemer  Hood  ; 
While  facan's  iiery  darts  he  bore. 

And  did  refifl  to  blood. 

4  He,  in  the  days  of  feeble  Seih, 
Pour'd  out  his  cries  and  tears  ; 

And  in  his  meafure,  feels  afrefh 

What  ev'ry  member  bears. 
[5  He'll  never  quench  the  fmoaking  tiTCK^ 

But  raife  it  to  a  iiame  : 
The  bruiied  reed  he  never  breaks, 

INor  fcorns  the  meaneft  name.] 

6  Then  let  our  humble  faith  addrefs 
His  mercy  and  his  Dow'r  ; 


go  H:Y  M  N  S     and  B.I. 

We  fhall  obtaiD  deliv'ring  grace 
In  the  diftf effing  hour. 

CXXVI.     Charity  and    UncbaritabUnefsy  Roia. 
xiv.  17,  19.    I  Cor.  X.  32. 

ilW  TOT  difF'rent  food,  nor  difF'rent  drefs 
j[_%|    Compofe  the  kingdom  of  our  Lord— - 
But  peace,  and  joy;  and  right'oufnefs, 
Faith,  and  obed'ence  :o  his  word. 
2  When  weaker  chriiiians  we  defpife. 
We  do  the  gofpe!  mighty  wrong  ; 
For  God,  the  grac'ous  and  the  wife^ 
Receives  the  feeble  with  the  flrong. 

.  3   Let  Pride  and  wrath  be  banifh'd  hence  ;, 
Meekr.efs  and  love  our  fouls  pu^fue  ; 
Nor  (hall  our  practice  give  offence 
To  faints,  the  Gentile  or  the  Jew.  # 

CXXVIL    Ghrifi's  in^vitation  to  Jinricrs,  Alat.  xi. 

1  *'/^~^<  O  M  E  hither  all  ye  weary  fouls, 

\_j  **  Ye  heavy-laden  iinners  come  ; 
"  I'll  give  you  reft  from  all  your  toils, 
«*  And  raife  yoQ  to  my  heav'nly  home. 

2  *'  They  Oiall  find  reft  who  learn  of  me  ; , 
'^  Pm  of  a  meek  and  iowly  mind  ; 

*'  But  pi^flion  rages  lil.e  the  fea, 
"  And  pride  is  rcftlefs  as  thie  wind.' 

3  **   Bleft  is  the. man  vvhofe  fhoulders  take. 
**   My  yoke,  and  bear  it  with  delight  ; 

*'   My  yoke  is  eafy  to  my  neck, 

*♦  My  grace  fnall  make  the  burthen  light." 

4  Jelus,  we  come  at  thy  command  ; 
W'ith  faith,  and  hope,  and  humble  zeal,  . 
Refjgn  our  fpirits  to  thy  hand. 

To  mould  and  guide  u$  at  thy  will. 


n.L       SPIRITUAL    SONGS.       f,T 

CXXVIII,  The  Apojlk's  Comwiffion,   Mark  xyi, 

15,  &c.    Matthew  xxviii.   18,  &c. 
I  ''  f^O  preach  my  gofpel,  faith  the  Lord, 

Vjr  **  Bid  the  whole  earth  my  grace  receive 
*»  He  Ihall  be  fav'd  who  truiis  my  word, 
**  He  (hall  be  dama'd  who  won't  believe. 

[2  *'  I'll  make  your  great  commiffion  known^ 
*'   And  ye  fhall  prove  my  gofpel  irue^ 
*'  By  all  the  v/orks  which  I  have  done, 
*'  By  all  the  wondersye  £rid^ii  do. 

3  '*  Go  heal  the  fick,  go  raife  the  dead, 
•*   Go,  caft  out  devils  in  my  name  ; 

**  Nor  let  my  prophets  be  afraid, 

*'  Tho  Greeks  reproach  and  Jews  blafpheE}e.j 

4  *'  Teach  all  the  nations  my  commands — 
**  I'm  with  yoa  till  the  world  ihall  end 
**  All  pow'r  is  truiled  in  my  hands, 
"  I  can  deilroy,  and  I  defend.^' 

5  He  fpake — and  ilgiit  fhon;  round  his  hi 
On  a  bright  cloud  to  heav^a  he  rode; 
They  to  the  farcheft  nation?  fpread  '^ 
The  grace  of  their  afcended  God. 

CXXIX,   Suhm'J/ion<J^ ael^'verance»GQ1^.  xxW.  6. 

i-Q  AINTS,  at  your  heav'nly  Father's  word;, 

^  Give  up  your  comforts  to  the  Lord  ; 
Ke  (hall  i-eftore  what:  you  refign. 
Or  grant  yoa  bielling'5  more  dl--vine, 

2  So  Abra'm,with  obed'ent  handy. 
Led  forth  his  Ton  at  God's  command  5^ 
The  wood,  the  fire,  the  knife  he  took^ 
His  arm  prepar'd  the  dreadful  ilroke. 

3  ^'  Abra'm  forbear,  the  angel  cry'd,. 

'■^  Thy  faith  is  known,  thy  love  is  try'd"; 

*'  Thy 


22  HYMNS     AND  B\r. 

'*  Thy  fon  fliall  live — and  in  thy  feed 
*'  Shall  the  whole  earth  be  blefl  indeed.'* 

4  ]ai\  in  the  lall  diflrelfing  hour 
The  Lorddifplays  deliv'ring  pow'r  ; 
The  mount  of  danger  is  the  place, 
V/here  we  fhall  fee  furprizing  grace. 

CXXX.  Lo^£  y  hatred.  Phi.  ii.  2.  Ep.  iv.  30^ 

I'^T  O  W  by  the  bowels  of  my  God,  ~^^^^ 

j^^    Kis  fharp  dillrefs,  his  fore  complaints ; 
By  his  laii  groans,  his  dying  blood, 

1  charge  my  foui  to  love  the  faints. 

2  Clamor,  and  wrath,  and  war,  begone— 
Envy  and  fpite  for  ever  ceufe  ; 

Let  bitter  words  no  more  be  known 
Among  the  faints,  the  fons  of  peace. 

5  Tke  Spirit  like  a  peaceful  dove, 
F]ie*rom  the  realms  of  noife  and  ftrife  ; 
Why  IBould  we  vex  and  grieve  his  love, 
Who'feals  our  fouls  to  heav'nly  life  ? 

4  Tender  and  kind  be  all  our  thoughts— 
Thro'  all  our  lives,  let  mercy  run  : 
%o  God  forgives  our  num'rous  faults 
For  the  dear  fake  of  Chrift,  his  Son. 

CXXXr.   Phari/ee  a',id   Publican,  Lu.  xviii.    10. 

1  "O  E  HOLD  how  fmners  dlfagree — 
JO  The  Publican  and  Pharifee  ! 

One  doth  his  right'oufnefs  proclaim. 
The  other  owns  his  guilt  and  ihame. 

2  This  man  at  humble  diftance  (lands, 
And  cries  for  grace  with  lifted  hands  i 
That  boldly  ri fes  near  the  throne, 
And  talks  of  duties  he  has  done.. 

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B.r.        SPIRITUAL     SONGS.       8j 

3  The  Lord  their  dift  'rent  language  knows. 
And  diiF'renr  anfwers  he  bellows 

The  hnmble  ioul,  with  grace  he  crowns. 
While  on  the  proud  his  anger  frowns, 

4  Dear  Father,  let  me  never  be 
Join'dwith  the  boafting  Pharilee  ; 

1  have  no  merits  cfmy  own,- 
^t  plead  the  fulF'rings  of  thy  Son. 

'GXXXIL    Holinefs  and  Grace,  Tit.  ii.  10— I  3. 
«  O  O  Jet  oar  lip^s  and  lives  exprefs 

»-3   Theho'V  Gofpel  we  profefs  ; 
So  let  oar  wcrks  and  virtue  flline 
To  prove  i;je  doctrine   ^.ll  divine.-^ 

2  Thus"fliall  we  htk  proclaim  abroad 
The  honors  of  our  Saviour  God  ; 
When  the  falvation  reigns  within 
And  grace  fubdues  the  pow'r  of  fin. 

3  Our  fieih  and  ^tx\(Q  mui}  be  deny'd, 
Paifion  and  envy,  lull:  and  pride  ; 
While  juflice,  temp'rance,  truth  and  love. 
Our  inward  piety  approve. 

4  Religion  bears  our  fpirits  up. 
While  we  expect  that  bleiied  hope. 
The  bright  appearance  of  our  Lord, 
And  faith  Hands  leaning  on  his  word. 

CXXXTIL    Love  and  Charity,  iCor.  xiii.  2-^7 

-I   T    E  T   Phariiees,  of  high  efteem, 
I  J  Their  faith  and  zeaj  declare  ^ 

All  their  religion  is  a  dream. 
If  iave  be  wanting  there. 

2  Love  iaffers  long  with  patient  eye. 

Nor  is  provok'd  in  hafte  ;  ' 

She  lets  the  prefent  inj'ry  die. 

And  long  fo.'gets  the  paft, 

[3  Malice 


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3-i  HYMNS     ANi>  E.l. 

[3  Malice  and  rage,  thofe,  fires  of  hell. 

She  quenches  with  her  tongue  ; 
Hopes,  and  belives,  and  thinks  no  ill, 

Tho'  Ihe  endures  the  wrong.] 

[4  She  nordefiies,  nor  feeks  to  know 

The  (candals  of  the  time  ; 
Nor  looks  with  pride  on  thefe  below. 

Nor  envies  thofe  who  climb.] 

5  She  lays  her  own  advantage  by 
To  feek  her  neighbor's    good  ; 

So  God's  own  Son  came  down  to  die,. 
And  bought  our  lives  with  blood. 

6  Love  is  the  grace  which  keeps  her  powV, 
In  realms  of  light  above  ; 

There  faith  and  hope  are  known  no  more. 
But  faints  for  ever  love. 

CXXXlV.   Religion  "jain  ivithout  Lcve,  i  Cor. 
xiii.    I,  2,  3. 

1  T  T  A  D   I  the  tongues  of  Greeks  and  Jews, 
X  A   And  nobler  fpeech  than  angels  ufe, 

if  love  be  abfent,  I  am  found 
Like  tinkling  brafs  an  empty  found. 

2  Were  I  infpir'd  to  preach  and  tell 
A.11  that  is  dofie  in  heav'n  and  heil. 
Or  could  my  faith  the  world  remove. 
Still  I  am  nothing,  without  love. 

3  Should  I  diilribute  all  my  flore 
To  feed  the  bowels  of  the  pcor. 
Or  give  my  body  to  the  flame. 

To  gain  a  matyr's  glcr'ous  name — ■ 

4  If  love  to  Gou,  and  love  to  men 
Hf^  absent — ail  my  hopes  are  i>ain  : 
Nor  tongues,  nor  gifts,  nor  fiery  zeal, 

7  lie  work  of  love  can  e'er  fnlhl. 

cxxxv. 


5.L        SPIRITUAL    SONGS.       Z^ 

jCXXXV.  The  love  of  Qhri&ified  abroad  in  th& 
I      >,s  Hearty  Eph.  iii.  16,  &g. 

1  /'^OME,  deareft  Lord,  defcesd  and  dwell 
\^  By  faith  and  love  in  ev'ry  breaft  5 

ilThen  ftiall  we  know^,  and  tafle,  and  feel 
The  joys  which  cannot  be  exprefs'd. 

2  Come,  fill  our  hearts  with  inward  flrength. 
Make  our  enlarged  fouls  pofTefs 

And  Isarn  the  heighth,  and  bread thj  and  lengtla 
Of  thine  unmeafarabls  grace. 

I  Now  to  the  God,  whofe  pow'r  can  do 
More  than  our  thoughts  or  wifhes  know. 
Be  everlafiing  honors  done 
By  all  the  church,  thro'  Chrift  his  Son, 

CXXXVL  Sincerity  and  Hypocri/y  ;  or  Formalify 
in  Worjhtfi  Jo.  iv.  23.  Pf.  cxxxix,  23. 

I  g"^  O  D  is  a  Spirit,  juft  and  wife  ; 

Vjf  He  fees  oar  inmoft  nind  : 
In  vain  to  heav'n  we  raife  our  cries. 

And  leave  out  fouls  behind. 

n.  Nothing  but  truth,  before  his  throne^ 

With  honor  can  appear  ; 
The  painted  hypocrites  are  known. 

Through  the  difguife  they  wear. 

P3  Their  lifted  eyes  falate  the  fkies, 
[;     Their  bending  knees  the  ground  ; 
l:But  God  abhors  the  facrifice 
'i     Where  not  the  heart  is  found. 

14  Lord,  fearch  my  thoughts,  and  \.x^  my  ways, 

\     And  make  my  foul  fincere  ; 

(Then  fhall  I  ftand  before  thy  face, 

t|    And  find  at:ceptance  there. 

;;  "  H  CXXXYIL 


26  HYMNS    At<9 

CXXXVn.  Salvation  hy  Grace,  zTima.p,  Idc 

1  TW  T  O  W  to  Vhe  pow*r  of  God  fupremc 
J^    Be  everlalling  honors  giv'n  ; 

He  faves  from  hell — (we  blefo  his  name) 
He  calls  our  wand'ring  feet  to  heav'n. 

2  Not  for  our  duties  or  deferts. 
But  of  his  own  abounding  grace. 
He  works  falvation  in  our  hearts. 
And  forms  a  people  for  his  praife, 

3  'Twas  his  mere  pleafur«  which  begu«  i 
To  refcue  rebels  doom'd  to  die  :  .| 
He  gare  us  grace  in  Chrift  his  Sen,  ^ 

Befor?  he  fpread  the  Harry  iky. 

4  Jefus,  the  Lord,  appears  at  laft. 

And  makes  his  Father's  coiinfels  known  ; 
peclarcs  the  great  tranfaaions  pafl. 
And  brings  immortal  bleffings  down. 
t^  He  dies—and,  in  that  dreadful  night, 
bid  all  the  pow'rs  of  helldeftroy  ^ 
Riftng,  he  brought  our  heav'n  to  light. 
And  took  pofTeffion  of  the  joy. 

C XXXVIII.     Saints    in    the   Hands  of  Chri«^ 
John  X.    28,  29. 

1  -f-A  I R  M  as  the  earth  thy  gofpel  ftands, 
X^    My  Lord,  my  hope,  my  irnft ; 

If  I  am  found  in  jefas'  hands 
My  foul  can  ne'er  be  loll. 

2  His  honor  is  engag'd  to  favc 
The  meaneft  of  his  fti^ep  ; 

All  which  his  heav'nly  Father  gave 
His  hands  fecurely  keep. 

3  Nor  death,  ncr  hell  P.^all  e'er  remove 
His  fav'rites  from  his  bread  ; 

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B.r.        SPIRITUAL     SONGS.        $y 

In  the  dear  bofom  of  his  love 
They  muft  for  ever  reft. 

CXXXIX.  Ho^e  in  the  duenanty  Heb.  vi.  17,190 

'  *  T  T  ^  ^  ^^^  ^^^^  ^^"^  ^'^^  ^^^^"  ilrove 
Jj    To  rend  my  f^ui  from  thee,  my  Go  2  5 

Bat  everlading  is  thy  love. 

.And  Jelus  feals  it  with  his  blood. 

2  The  oata  and  pramife  of  the  Lord 
Join  to  confirm  the  wondr'ous  grace  j 
Eternal  povy'r  performs  the  word. 
And  fills  all  heav'n  with  endlefs  praife. 

J3   AmidH  temptations  Iharp  and  long, 
J  My  foul  to  this  dear  refuge  flies  ; 
I  Hope  is  my  anchor,.  Srm  and  ilrong. 
While  terapefls  blow,  and  bHlovvs  rife, 

4  The  gofpel  bears  my  fpirit  up  5 
A  faithful  and  unchanging  God 
Lays  the  foundation  of  my  hope. 
In  oaths,  and  promifes,   and  blood. 

i'  - 
CXL.  AU'ving  and  adead  Faithy  colk^edfrom 
fe<veral  Scriptures, 

1  T^ /rISTAKEN  fouls  !  who  dream  of  heav'a 
i.VX  ^^*^  make  their  empty  boaft 

Of  inward  joys,  and  fins  forgiv'n. 
While  xhey  are  Haves  to  luH. 

2  Vain  are  our  fancies,  airy  flights^ 
If  faith  be  cold  and  dead  ; 

None  but  a  living  pow'r  unites 
To  Chriil  the  living  head. 

3  'Tis  faith  that  changes  all  the  hearty 
'Tis  faith  which  works  by  love  ; 

That  bids  all  finful  joys  depart. 
And  lifts  the  thoughts  above. 

H  3  4.  'Tii 


18  HYMNS     AN9  B.L 

4  'Tis  faith  which  conquers  earth  and  hell. 
By  a  cceleHial  pow'r  ; 

This  is  the  grace  which  fhall  prevail 
In  die  decifive  hour. 

5  Faith  mufl  obey  her  Father*3  will. 
As  well  as  truft  his  grace  ; 

A  pard'ning  God  is  jealdus  Hill,. 
Fqr  his  own  holinefs. 

€  When  from  the  curfe  he  fcts  us  trto. 

He  ir.akes  our  natures  clean  : 
Nor  would  he  fend  his  Son  to  be 

The  niiniiter  of  fin. 

7  Kis  fpirit  purifies  our  frame. 

And  feah  car  peace  with  God  ; 
Jefus,  and  his  falvation,  came 

By  water  and  by  blood.] 

CXLI.  T^e  Humiliaiicn  a?id  Exaltation  o/Chril.. 
Ifa.  liii.  I — 5,   10 — 12. 

1  '\X7  ^"^  O  has  believ'd  thy  word, 

VV     *^f  ^'f^-y  falvation  known  ? 
P.eveal  thine  arm,  almighty  Lord, 
And  glorify  thy  fon  ! 

2  The  Jews  elleem'd  him  here 
Too  mean  for  their  belief  : 

Sorrows,  his  chief  acquaintance  were;, 
And  his  companion,  grief. 

3  They  turn'd  thedr  eyes  away. 
And  treated  him  with  fcorn  ; 

Sut  'twas  their  griefs  upon  him  lay. 
Their  forrows  he  has  borne  5 

4  'Twas  f<dr  the  ftabborn  Jews, 
And  Gentiles,  then  unknown. 

The  God  of  juftice  pleas'd  to  bruife 
His  belt- beloved  Son. 


Bat 


g.I;       SPIRITUAL    SONGS.       Sf 

^  **  But  I'll  prolong  his  days, 
"  And  make  his  kingdom  fland  ; 
I"  My  pleafure,  (faith  the  God  of  Grace) 
**  Shall  profper  in  his  hand. 

[6  **  His  joyful  foul  Ihail  fee 
'*  The  purchafe  of  his  pain  5      , 
"  And  by  his  knowledge  juilify 
**  The  guilty  fons  of  men,] 

7  '^Ten  thoufand  captiye  flaves 
«*  R^ieas'd  from  death  and  fin, 
"  Shall  quit  their  pri5:>ns  and  their  graves^. 
**   And.  own  his  pow'r  divine.] 

[8  *^  Heav'irlhall  advance  my  Soa- 
j         **  To  joys  which  earth  deny'd  ; 
!**  He  faw  the  follies  men  had  done, 
*'  And  bore  their  iins  and  dy'd."] 

CXLII;   Thefamey  Ifa.  liii.  6 — 9,  12., 

1  T    IKE  Iheep  we  went  aflray, 
\_j  And  broke  the  fold  of  God  i 

lach  wand'ring  in  a  difF'rent  way. 
But  ail^ — the  dovjn^ward  road* 

2  How  dreadful  was  the  hour, 
Whe»  God  our  wand'rings  laid<=— 

And  did  at  once  his  vengeace  pour 
Upon  th-e  Shepherd's  head  ! 

3  How  glor'ous  was  the  grace, 
V/hen  Chriil  finlain'd  the  llroke  ! . 

His  life  and  blood  the  Shepherd  pays 
A  ranibm  for  the  flock. 

4  His  honor  and  his  breath 
Were  taken  both  away  1 

Join'd  with  the  wicked,  in  his  death. 
And  made  as  vile  as  they. 

H3  5  Bal 


^Q  H  y  M  N'S    AxT2?  B.2, 

5  But  God  Ihall  raife  his  head 
O'er  ail  the  ions  of  men. 

And  make  him  fee  a  num'rous  feed 
I'o  recornpence  his  pain. 

6  *'   I'll  give  him  (faith  the  Lord) 
**   A  portion  with  the  ftrong  ; 

^'  He  fliall  poITefs  a  large  reward, 
**   And  hold  his  honors  long.** 

CXLIir.    Charaaers  of  the  Children  ^/'GoB..^ 

1    A   S  new-born  babes  defire  the  breaft, 

_/\   To  feed,  and  grow,  and  thrive  ; 
So  faints,  with  joy,  the  gofpel  tafie. 
And  by  the  gofpel  live. 

[2  With  inward  gufl  their  heart  approves 

All  which  the  word  relates  ; 
They  love  the  men  their  Father  loves. 

And  hate  the  works  he  hates.] 

[3  Not  all  the  flatt'ring  baits  on  earth. 

Can  make  them  flaves  to  luft  ; 
They  can't  forget  their  heav'nly  birth. 

Nor  grovel  in  the  dull. 

4  Not  all  the  chains  which  tyrants  ufcj? 

Can  bind  their  fouls  to  vice  ; 
Paith,  like  a  conqa'ror,  can  produce 

A  thoufand  vidories.] 

15  Grace,  like  an  uncorrupted  feed,. 
Abide:,  and  reigns  within  ; 

Jmrnortal  principles  forbid 
The  fens  of  Goo  to  fin.] 

16  Not  by  the  terrors  of  a  flave 
Do  they  perform  his  will  ; 

But  with  the  nobleft  pow'rs  they  have, 
iiis  fweeJ  ccnxisandi  fulfJ. j 

7  They 


^.  I.       SPIRITUAL    SO^GS.       91 

7  Tkey  find  accefs  at  ev'ry  hour 

To  God,  within  the  veil  ; 
Hence  they  derive  a  quickening  pow^r^ 

And  jo>s>  which  never  fail. 

O  happy  fouls  1  O  glor'ous  flats 
Of  ever-fiowing  grace  ! 
To  dwell  (0  near  their  Father's  feat. 
And  fee  his  lovely  face  ! 

9  Lord  I  addrefsthy  heav'niy  throne— =^ 

Cail  nie  a  child  of  thine  ; 
Send  down  the  Spirit  of  thy  Son 

To  form  my  h^gxt  divine . 

io  There  flied  thy  choicefi:  loves  abroad;^ 

And  make  my  comforts  flrong  ; 
Then  ihall  I  iay^Mj  Fai.^er,  God, 

With  an  unwav'ring  tongue, 

CXLIV ^7%e    ^^iitnejjing    and  Je.uing    Spirit^ 

Rom.  viil.  14.   lo.   Sph.  i  13,  14.. 

I  ¥T  TH  Y  fhoa'id  the  chllorea  of  a  king 

V  y        Go  mourning  a'il  their  days  ? 
Great  Comforter,  defeend  and  bring 
Some  tokens  of  Lhy  grace  ! 

'2  Doft  thou  not  dwell  in  all  the  faints. 

And  feal  the  heirs  ofheav'n? 
When  wilt  thoubanifh  my  complaints^ 

And  fhew  my  fins  forgiv'n. 

3  Afi"ure  my  confcience  of  her  part 
In  the  Redeemer's  blood  ; 

And  bear  thy  witnefs  with  my  hearty 
That  I  am  born  of  God. 

4  Tho«  art  the  earneit  of  his  love. 
The  pledge  of  joys  to  come  ; 

And  thy  foftwing&,  cosleft*ai  Dove  ! 
WJilfafe  convey  m?  home. 

CXLY, 


92  H  Y  M  N  S      AN9  B.  L 

CXLV.  Chriji  and  Aaron,  taken  from  He.  vii.  9 

1  T  E  SU  S,  in  thee,  our  eyes  behold 
J    A  thouland  glories  more 

Than  the  rich  gems  and  poiilh'd  gold 
Thtr  foDs  of  Aaron  wore, 

2  They  firft  their  own  burn  ofi^  'rings  bj'ought 
To  purge  themfelves  from  fin  ; 

^hy  life  ivat  pure,   icithout  ajfot. 
And  ail  thy  nature  clean* 

[3  Fre{h  blood,  as  conllant  as  the  day^ 

Was  on  their  alter  fpilt  ; 
But  thy  one  offering  takes  unvay 

For  e'uer,  all' cur  guiit  "] 

[4  Their  priefthood  ran  thro'  fev'ral  handi.- 
For  mortal  was  their  race  ; 

9l6y  ni<ver  changing  office  Jiauds 
E:£rnal  as  thy  days.'\ 

[5   Once,  in  the  circuit  of  a  year. 

With  blood  but  not  his  own, 
Aaron  within  the  vail  appeared, 

Beiore  the  golden  throne. 

6  But  Chriji,  by  bis  oivn  po^rfulbloodj 
A/ctnds  alous  the Jkies  ; 

Andy  in  the  prefence  of  our  God, 
Sho'ws  his  0'wnfacrifie.'\ 

7  Jefus,  the  King  of  glory,  reigns 
On  Sion*s  heav'nly  hill  ; 

Looks  like  a  Lamb  that  has  been  flain^, 
And  wears  his  priellhcod  Hill, 

8  He  ever  lives  to  intercede 
Before  his  Father's  face  : 

Give  him,  my  loul,  thy  caufe  to  plead. 
Nor  dfiubt  m.y  Father's  grace. 

CXLTJU: 


.1.       SPIRITUAL    SGNGS.        ^3 

CXLYJ '—-C^ara^ers   of  Chriil. — — 

GO,  worfnip  at  ImmanuePs  feet. 
See,  in  his  face,  what  wonder's  meet  I 
parth  is  too  narrow  to  exprefs 
lis  worth,  his  ^iQi"!^],  or  his  grace. 

,l2  The  whole  creation  can  afford 
i'at  feme  faint  ihadows  of  my  Lord  ; 
j^ature,  to  make  his  beauties  known, 
\si\x^x  mingle  colours,  not  her  own.] 

J!  ° 

IJ3  Is  rh  compared  to  Wine  or  Bread  ? 
[pear  Lord,  our  fouls  would  thus  be  fed  i 
y^hat  fielh,  that  dying  blood  of  thine 
Is  bread  of  life — is  heav'nly  wine.] 

4  Is  He  a  Tree  ?  The  world  receives 

■alvation,  from  his  healing  leaves  : 
phat  right'ous  l>ranch,  th^c  fruitful  bougk 
iis  David's  root,  and  cifspring  too.] 

lie   Is  He  a  F.o/e  P  Not  lliaron  yields 
|uch  fragrancy  ia  all  her  fields  : 
Dr  if  the  L://y  he  alTume,, 
fhe  vallies  blefs  the  rich  perfume. 

is  Is  He  a  Vine  P  Kis  heav'nly  root 
applies  the  boughs  with  life  and  fruit  t         #- 
),  let  a  lafting  union  join 
/iy  foul  to  Chrif^,  the  living  Vine  ! 

7  Is  He  the  Head  P  Each  member  lives^. 
Vnd  owns  the  vital  povv'rs  he  gives  % 

The  faints  below,  and  faints  above, 
oin'd  by  his  Spirit  and  his  love.] 

8  Is  He  a  Fountain  P  Th-sre  Pil  baths;=, 
\nd  heal  the  plague  of  i\u  and  death  : 
fhefe  waters  all  my  foul  renew, 

^nd  cleaafe  my  fpoued  garments  too.] 


54.  HYMNS     AK»  B.I» 

[9  h  He  a  Fire  ?  He'll  purge  my  drofs  ; 

Eut  the  true  gold  fuftains  no  lofs  : 

Like  a  refiner,  Ihall  he  fit — 

And  tread  the  refufe  with  his  feet.] 

[10  Is  He  a  Rock  f  How  firm  he  proves  \ 

The  Rock  of  Ages  never  moves  ; 

Yet  the  fueet  flreams,  which  from  him  fiow^ 

Attend  us  all  the  dcfart  thro'.] 

[11   Is  He  a  Way  ?  He  leads  to  God — 
The  path  is  drawn  in  lines  of  blood  ; 
There  would  I  walk,  ynK\i  hope  and  zeal^ 
'Tiil  I  arrive  at  Sion's  hill. 

[12  li  He  a  Door  ?  I'll  enter  in  ; 
Behold  the  paliures,  large  and  green  1 
A  paradife — divinely  fair  ; 
None  but  the  fheep  have  freedom  there.] 
[13  Is  He  dejignd  a  Corner  Stone, 
For  men  to  iutid  their  kea'v^n  upon  B 
I'll  make  him  my  foundation  too  ; 
Nor  fear  the  plots  of  hell  below.] 

[14  Is  He  a  Temple  P  I  adore 
Th*  indwelling  majefty  and  povv*r  ; 
And  ftill  to  his  moll  holy  place. 
Whene'er  I  pray,  I'll  turn  ray  face.] 

[15  Is  He  a  Star  P  He  breaks  the  night  ; 
Piercing  the  (hades  with  dawning  light  : 
I  know  his  glories  from  afar, 
I  know  the  bright  the  Morning  Star'.] 

[16  Is  He  a  Sun  P  His  beams  are  grace— 
Hiscourfe  is  joy  and  right'ou^nefs  : 
Nations  rejoice    wHen  he  appears 
To  chafe  their  clouds,  and  dry  their  tears.]. 

17  O  let  me  climb  thnfe  higher  fkies. 
Where  ilorms  and  darknefs  never  rife  I 

*       Ther 


|,I.       SPIRITUAL    SONGS.        f^ 

There  he  difplays  his  pow'rs  abroad, 
\nd  {hines,  and  reigns  cH*  incarnate  God, 

8  Nor  earth,  nor  feas,  nor  fun,  nor  liars, 
s^or  neav'n  his  fall  refemblance  bears  ; 
iis  beauties  *ve  can  never  trace, 
.  Till  we  behold  him  face  to  face. 

xV:XLVII. Th  names   and  Titles  of  Chrit, 

j'l^^'^T^IS  from  the  treafures  of  his  word, 
X      I  borrow  titles  for  my  Lord  ; 

^or  art,  nor  nature  can  fupply 

;>ufHcient  forms  of  maje%o 

:  Bright  image  of  the  Father's  face, 
!)hining  with  andiminifh'd  rays ; 
|rh'  eternal  Gqd's  eternal  Son— 
iThe  heir,  and  partner  of  his  throne.] 

ij  The  King  of  kings — The  Lard  mofi:  higk 
Writes  his  own  name  upon  his  thigh  : 
|He  wears  a  garment  dipp'd  ia  blood, 
mtid  breaks  the  nations  with  his  rod. 

i|t  Where  grace  can  neither  melt  nor  movej 
The  Lamb  refents  his  injar'd  )ove  ; 
Awakes  his  wrath,  without  delay. 
And  Judah's  Lion  tears  the  prey. 

j5  But  when  for  works  of  peace,  he  comesa 
,What  winning  cities  he  alTumes  ! 
Light  oj  the  ^^vorU,  and  life  of  rmn  ; 
iNor  beais  thofe  characters  in  vain. 

|6  With  tender  pity  in  his  heart 
'He  afts  the  ivlediator's  part  : 
A  friend  and  brother  he  appears, 
'And  well  fulfils  the  name  he  wears. 

I7  At  length,  the  Judge  his  throne  afcends, 
iDivides  the  lebeis  imm  his  friends 5 


96  H  Y  M  N  S     ANa 

And  faints.  In  full  fruition,  prove 
His  rich  variety  of  love. 

GXLVIIL     The  fame 

£i   TT/ITH  chearfnl  voice  I  fing 
VV     The  titles  of  my  Lord  ; 
And  borrow  all  the  names 
Of  honor  from  his  word  ; 
Nature  and  art 
Can  ne'er  Tup  ply 
Sufficient  forms 
Of   Majefty. 

2  In  Jefus  we  behold 

His  Father's  glor'ous  face. 
Shining  for  ever  bright 
With  mild  aaxi  lovely  rays  : 

Th'  eternal  God's 

Eternal  Son 

Inherits  and 

Partakes  the  throne.] 

g  The  fov'reign  King  of  Kings, 
The  Lord  of  Lords  mod  high. 
Writes  his  own  name  upon 
His  garment,  and  his  thigh  :— - 

His  name  is  call'd 

The  word  of  God  ; 

He  rules  the  earth 

With  iron  rod. 

4  Where  promifes  and  grace 
Can  neither  melt  nor  move,. 
The  angry  Lamb  refents 
The  injuries  of  his  love  ; 

Awakes  his  wrath 

Without  delay. 

As  lioas  roar 

And  tear  the  prey. 


SPIRITUAL    SONGS.       97 

5  But  when  for  works  of  peace 
The  great  Redeemer  comesj 
What  gentle  charadters. 
What  titles  he  ailarnes  i 

Light  of  the  ^orld^ 

And  life  of  men  ; 

Kor  will  he  bear 

Thofe  names  in  vain. 
5  Immenfe  compafTion  reigns 
In  oar  ImmaTiuers  heart, 
¥/hen  he  defcends  to  ad 
A  Mediator's  part. 

He  is  a  friend 

And  brother  too  ; 

Divinely  kind. 

Divinely  true. 

7  At  length  the  Lord,  the  Judge, 
His  awful  throne  afcends  ; 
And  drives  the  rebels  far 
From  favorites  and  friends. 

Then  fnall  the  faints 

Compleatly  prove 

The  heights  and  depths 

Of  all  his  love. 

CXLTX.   Oficts  Gf  Chrifl,  from  thefripture^^ 

JOIN  all  the  names  of  love  and  pow'r, 
_     Which  ever  men  or  angels  bore  ; 
-li  are  too  mean  to  fpeak  his  worth, 
h  fst  Immandfel's  glory  iQrt\i, 

But  O,  what  condefcending  ways 
;e  takes,  to  teach  his  heav'nly  grace  I 
ly"  efes,  with  joy  and  wonder,  fee 

'■  n  forms  of  love  he  bears  for  me. 

i  3    ^  ^ 


9S  H  Y  M  N  S    ANB 

3  The  angel  of  the  covenant  ftands 
With  his  commiflion  in  his  hands  ; 
Sent  from  his  Father's  milder  throne 
To  make  the  great  falvation  knovvn. 

4  Great  Prophet,  let  me  blels  thy  name-! 
JBy  thee,  the  joyful  tidings  came. 
Of  wrath  appeas'd,of  fin  forgiv'n. 
Of  hell  fubdu'd,  and  peace  with  heav*n, 

'5  My  bright  example,  and  my  guide, 
I  would  be  walking  near  thy  lide  ; 

0  let  me  never  run  aftray, 
■^or  follow  the  forbidden  way  ! 

.6  I  love  my  Shepherd — he  fliall  keep 
My  v^-and'ring  foul  among  his  flieep  ; 
He  feeds  his  fiock,  he  calls  their  names^ 
And,  in  his  boiom,  bears  the  lambs. 

7  My  furety  undertakes  my  caufe, 
Anfw'ring  his  Father'^  broken  laws  ; 
behold,  my  foul,  at  freedom  feni 
My  Surety  paid  the  dreadful  debt. 

5  Jefus,  my  great  High  Prieft,  has  cy'd-?- 

1  feek  no  facrific«  befiu?  ; 
His  blood  did  once  for  all  atone. 
And  now  it  pleads  before  the  throne. 
9  My  iidvGcate  appears  on  high — 
The  Father  lays  his  thunder  by  : 
Not  all  that  earth  or  hell  can  fay 
Shall  turn  my  Father's  heart  away. 

JO  My  Lord,  my  ConquVor,  anc^-myKing^ 
Thy  fcepue,  and  thy  fword  I  fjng  ; 
Thine  is  the  vicl*ry,  and  I  fit 
A  Joyful  fubjeft  at  thy  feet. 

3  1   Aspire,  my  fo'jl,  to  g!cr*ous  deeds— 
■JThe  Captain  o^'  Salvation  leads  ; 

Mm 


[i;L       SPIRITUAL    SONGS.       cr^ 

ilarch  on — nor  fear  to  win  the  day^ 
iho*  death  and  hell  obilrucl  the  way. 
|j  Should  death  and  hell,  and  pow*rs  unknown- 
jt  all  their  forms  of  xnifchief  on  ; 
fliall  be  fafe — for  Chrifl  difplays 
iklvation  in  more  fov^eign  ways. 

'j  CL.-^ne  fame. . 

T   TOIN  all  the  glor'ous  names 
J    Of  wifdom,  love,  and  pow'r 
Which  ever  mortals  knew. 
Which  angels  ever  bore  : 

All  are  too  mean 

To  fpeak  his  worth. 

Too  mean  to  fet 

My  Saviour  forth. 

2  But,  O,  what  gentle  terms. 
What  condefcending  ways 
Borh  our  Redeemer  uie,' 

^  'to  teach  his  heav'nly  grace  I 
Mine  eyes,  with  joy 
Aid  wonder,  fee 
What  forms  of  love 
He  bears  for  rae. 

3  Array'd  in  mortal  flefli. 
He  like  an  angei  fiands. 
And  hoida  the  promifes 
And  pardons,  in  his  hands. 

Commiffion'd  from 

His  Father's  throne^ 

To  make  his  grace 

To  mortals  known,  • 

4  Great  Prophet  of  my  God, 

My  tongue  would  blefs  thy  name  ; 
By  Thee  the  joyful  news  ' 

Of  our  falvation  came  ; 

Is  The 


too  HYMNS     AN9 

The  joyful  news 

Of  fms  forgiven. 

Of  heir  fubduM, 

And  peace  with  heav*n  I 
5  Be  thou  my  Counfcllor, 
My  pattern,  and  my  guide, 
And  thro*  this  defcrc  land 
Still  keep  me  near  thy  fide. 

O  let  my  feet 

l^e'er  run  aftray, 

Nor  rove,  nor  feek 

The  crooked  way  ! 

^  I  love  my  fhepherd's  voice  ; 
His  watchful  eve  fhnll  keep 
Ivly  wand'ring  foul  among 
The  thoufands  of  his  flieep  : 

He  feeds  his  fiock. 

He  calls  their  names. 

His  bofom  bears 

The  tender  lambs. 
7   To  this  dear  Surety's  hand 
Will  I  commit  my  caufe  ; 
He  anfwers  and  fulfils 
His  Father's  broken  laws. 

Behold  my  foul 

At  freedom  fet 

My  Surety  paid 

The  dreadful  debt. 

S  Jefus,' my  great  High-Priefl. 
OlFer'd  his  blood,  and  dy'd— 
My  guilty  confciencefeeks 
No  Sacrifice  befide. 

His  pow'fful  blood 

Dr-d  once  atone  ; 

And  now  it  pleads 

iiefore  the  throne. 


9  Ml 


jB-.r.      SPIRITUAL    SONGS.      ,9, 

f  My  advocate  appears 
For  my  defence,  on  high  - 
The  Father  bows  his  ears^. 
And  lays  his  thunder  by. 

Not  all  which  hell 

Or  fin  can  fay. 

Shall  turn  his  lieart. 

His  love  away, 

wo  My  dear  almighty  Lord, 
My  Conqu'ror,  and  my  King,. 
Thy  fceptre,  and  thy  fword, 
'^V  {eigning  grace  I  fing. 

ThiQe  is  the  pow'r— . 

Behold  r,  fit 

In  willing  bonds^ 

Beneath  thy  feet. 
»r  Now  let  my  foaJ  arirs. 

And  tread  the  tempter  down  f 
My  Captain  leads  me  forth- 
To  conqueft  and  a  crown. 

A  feeble  faint 

Shall  win  the  day, 

Tho' death  and  hell 

Obflrui^  the  way. 

22  Should  all  thehoils  of  death;, 
And  pow'rs  of  hell  unknown^. 
Put  their  mol!  dreadful  forms 
Of  rage  and  mifchief  on  ; 
j  I  ihall  be  fafe— 

For  Chriil  difplays 
Superior  pow'r. 
And  gusrd'an-grace. 
End  of  the  First  Bqq^,. 


BOOK        II. 

COMPOSED     ON 

DIVINE   SUBJECTS; 

I.  J  fong  cf  Praifc  to  Go d  from  America. 
5  "^TAture,  with  all  her  pow'rs  ihall  iing 

j^^    God  the  Creator,  and  the  King  : 
Nor  air,  nor  earth,  nor  ikies,  nor  Teas, 
Pen/  the  tribute  cf  their  praiie. 

2  Begin  to  make  his  glories  known. 
Ye  Seraphs,  who  iit  near  his  throne  ; 
Tune  your  harps  high,  and  fpread  the  found 
To  the  creatioa"  s  utmofl  hound. 

3  All  mortal  things,  of  meaner  frame. 
Exert  your  force,  and  ovrn  hi»  name  ; 
Whilil:,  with  our  fouls,  and  with  our  voices, 
We  ling  his  honors,  and  our  joys. 

4  To  Him,  be  facrcd  all  we  have. 
From  the  young  cradle  to  the  grave  \ 
Our  lips  fhali  his  loud  wonders  tell. 
And  ev'ry  word— «?  miracle., 

5  This  wei^crn  world,  oar  native  land» 
Lies  fsfe  in  the  Almighty's  hand  : 
Our  foes  of  vi(^*ry  dream  in  vain,. 
And  fhake  the  captivating  chain, 

^  He  builds  for  Liberty  a  throne, 
iind  makes  it  gracious,  like  his  own  % 

Maket 


204  HYMNS     AND  B.U. 

Makes  our  fuccefiive  rders  kind. 
And  gives  oui  dangers  to  the  windi> 

7  Raife  monumental  praifes  high 
'J'o  him  who  thui'ideis  thro'  the  fky. 
And,  with  an  awful  nod  or  frown. 
Shakes  an  afpiring  tyrant  down. 
%  Pillars  of  lafting  brafs  proclaim 
The  triumphs  of  th'  eternal  name  ; 
While  trembling  nations  read  from  far 
The  honors  of  z.^^  God  of^war, 

9  Thus  let  our  flaming  zeal  employ 
Our  loftieft  thoughts  and  loudeft  fongs  |; 
Zion  pronounce,  with  warmeftjoy, 
Hofannas  from  ten  thoufand  tongues. 

10  Yet,  mighty  God,  onr  feeble  frame 
Attempts  in  vain  to  reach  thy  name  ; 
The  ftrongeft  notes  whic-i  angels  raife,: 
Faint  in  the  worlhip  and  the  praife. 

II. The  Death  of  a  Sinner,  > 

1  TVyr/^  thoaghts  on  awful  fubjeifts  roU^ 
iVi  Damnation  and  the  dead  ; 

What  horrors  feize  the  guilty  foul 
Upon  a  dying  bed  ! 

2  Lingering  about  thefe  mortal  fhoreSp 
She  makes  a  long  delay  ; 

'Till,  like  a  flood  with  rapid  force. 
Death  fweeps  the  wretch  away  ! 

3  Then  fwift  and  dreadful  fhe  defcends 
Down  to  the  fiery  coaft  ; 

AmcT)^  abom'nabje  fiends, 
Herfelf  a  frightful  ghoji, 

4  There  endlers  crouds  of  finners  lie, 
i&nd  darknefs  makes  their  chains  i 

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B,ir,     SPIRITUAL     SONGS,       105 

Tortur'd  with  keen  defpair  they  cry— 
Yec  wait  for  £srcer  pains. 

5  NotalJ  th«ir  anguiih,  and  their  bIoed» 
For  their  old  gailt  atones  j 

Nor  the  compaflion  of  a  God 
Shall  barken  to  their  groans, 

6  Amazing  grace,  which  kept  my  breath, 
Nor  bid  my  ioul  remove, 

'Till  I  had  learn'd  my  Saviour^s  death, 
And  well  infur'd  his  love  ! 

III.   The  death  and  kurial  of  a  Saint* 

i"^T  7  H  Y  do  we  mourn  departing  friends  .. 

V V     ^''  fi^ake  at  death's  alarms  ? 
*Tis  but  the  voice  which  Jefus  fends 

To  call  them  to  his  arms* 

Z  Are  we  not  tending  upward  too 

As  faft  as  time  can  move  ? 
Nor  would  we  wiih  the  hours  more  ilow 

To  keep  us  from  our  love. 

3  Why  ihould  we  tremble  to  convey 
Thsir  bodies  to  the  tomb  ? 

There  the  dear  flePa  of  jefus  lay. 
And  left  a  long  perfume. 

4  The  graves  of  all  his  faints  he  blefs'd^ 
Aiid  fott'ned  ev'ry  bed  : 

"Where  (hould  the  dying  members  reil, 
Eat  with  the  dying  Head  ? 

5  Thence  he  arofe,  afcending  higlia 
And  (hew'd  our  feet  the  way  : 

Up  to  the  Lord  our  foul  ihali  fly. 
At  the  great  rifmg  day, 

4  Then  let  the  laft  loud  trumpet  foundj. 
And  bid  our  kindred  rife  ; 

Awake 


to$  H  r  M  N  S     A  KB  B.  IT. 

Awake  ye  nations  under  ground. 
Ye  faints  afcend  the  ficies. 

IV.  Sal'vatktt  in  the  Cro/r* 

3  XT  ERE,  at  thy  crofs,  my  dying  God^ 
JTl  I  'ay  my  fou!  beneath  thy  love  j 

Beneath  the  droppings  of  thy  blood, 
jefus,  nor  fhall  it  e'er  remove. 

2  Not  all  which  tyrants  tlxink  or  fay. 
With  rage  and  lightning  in  their  eyes— 
Nor  hell,  fhould  fright  my  foul  away, 
Shoold  hell  with  ail,  its  legions  rife. 

3:  Should  worlds  confpire  to  drive  me  hence^, 
Movelefs  and  firm,  this  heart  iliould  lie  ; 
Refolv'd  (for  that's  my  Jail  detence) 
If  I  muft  perilh — here  to  die. 

4  But  fpeak,  my  Lord,  and  calm  my  fear. 
Am  I  not  fafe  beneath  thy  Ihade  ? 

Thy  vengeance  will  not  ilrike  me  here. 
Nor  fatan  dare  my  foul  invade. 

5  yes — I'm  fecure  beneath  thy  blood. 
And  all  my  foes  (hall  loofe  their  aim : 
Hofaana  to  my  dying  God  ! 

And  my  bell  honors  to  his  name. 

V.  Longing  to  fraife  Chrift  better^ 
jT    ORD,  when  my  tho'ts  with  wonder  roll' 

JLv  O'er  the  iharp  forrows  of  thy  foul. 
And  read  my  Mtker's  broken  laws, 
Rcpair'd  and  honor'd  by  the  crofs  ; 

2  When  I  behold  death,  hell,  and  fin, 
Vanquiih'd  by  that  dear  blood  of  ihine. 
And  fee  the-man,  who  groan'd  anddyM, 
Slit  glor'ous  by  his  Father's  fide — 

3  My 


B.IL     SPIRITUAL    SONGS.       i«7 

3  My  paffions  rife,  and  foar  above — 

I'm  wing'd  with  faith,  and  fir*d  with  love; 
Pain  would  I  reach  eternal  things, 
And  leara  the  notes  which  Gabriel  iings. 

4  But  my  heart  fails,  my  tongue  complaine^ 
For  want  of  their  immortal  llrains  ; 

And,  in  fuch  hamble  notes  as  thefe^ 
Falls  far  below  my  viftories. 

5  Well,  the  kind  minnte  muil  appear^ 
When  we  ihall  leave  tnefe  bodies  here    ; 
Thefe  clogs  of  clay — and  mount  on  high,, 
1^0  join  the  fongs  above  the  fky. 

I  Yl,     J  Morning  Seng, 

'jT^  N  C  E  more,  my  foul,  the  riling  day 

\J  Salutes  thy  waking  eyes  ♦ 
Once  more,  my  v©ice,  thy  tribute  pay 
To  him  who  rolls  the  ikies. 

3  Night  unto  night  his  name  repeats. 

The  day  renea^s  the  foend. 
Wide  as  the  heaven  on  which  he  iits 

To  tara  the  feafoas  round. 

5  'Tis  he  fapporte  my  mortal  frame. 
My  tosgue  fiiaJl  fpeak  ^is  praifs  ; 
My  fins  would  rouze  his  wrath  to  flame— 
i    And  yet  his  <vjrath  delays  / 
]4  On  a  poor  worm  thy  pow'r  might  treadj, 
;"  And  I  could  ne'er  withftand  ; 
■Thy  juftice  r»ight  have  crufh'd  me  dead, 
\   But  mercy  held  thiue  haad. 

;  A  thoufaud  wretched  fouls  are  fied 

Since  the  laS  fettirg  fan. 
And  yet  thou  letj^th'neft  out  my  thread. 

And  yet  my  moments  ran.] 
\  Dear  God,  let  all  my  hours  be  thine 
I    Wiiile  I  enjoy  the  light  > 

ill  '  T&€« 


io8  HYMNS     AND  B.IU 

Then  (hall  my  fun  in  fmiles  decline. 
And  bring  a  pleafing  night. 

VII.     An  E'venittg  Song. 

1  "p^READ  Sov'reign,  let  my  ev'ning  fong 

Afiift  the  off'rlngs  of  my  tongue 
To  reach  the  lofty  flcies. 

2  Through  ail  the  dangers  of  the  day 
Thv  hand  was  ftill  my  guard  ; 

And  ftilJ,  to  drive  my  wants  away^ 
Thy  mercy  flood  prepar'd. 

3  Perpet'al  bJefiings  from  above 
Incompafe  me  around. 

But  O,  how  few  returns  of  love 
Hath  my  Creator  found  1 

4  What  have  I  done  for  him  who  dy'd 
To  fave  my  wretched  foul  ? 

How  are  my  follies  muJtiply'd, 
Faft  as  my  jaiautes  roll  ! 

5  Lord,  with  this  guilty  heart  of  mine. 
To  thy  dear  crofs  I  flee, 

And  to  thy  grace  my  foul  refign. 

To  be  reaew'd  by  Thee. 
^  Sprinkled  a frefti  with  pardoning  blood, 

Vd  lay  me  down  to  reft  ; 
As  in  th*  embraces  of  my  God, 

Or  on  m/  Suviour's  breafl. 
VIII.     A  Hjmnfor  Morning  or  E'vening. 

1  y  Y^SANNA,  with  a  chearful  found, 
XX  ^^  God's  upholdieg  hand  ; 

Ten  thoufand  fnarea  attend  us  round. 
And  yet  fecure  we  Hand  I 

2  That  was  a  moft  amazing  po\v*r. 
Which  rais'd  us  with  a  word  ;* 


^.U.      SPIRITUAL    SONGS.      i©:^ 

And  ev'ry-day,  and^ey*ry  hour^ 
We  lean  upon  the  Lord. 

3  The  ev'ning  reft?  Our  weary  head. 
And  angeJs  guard  t^■,e  room  ; 

We  wake — and  we  ad!,-,ue  the  bed        ^ 
Which  was  not-mad'/.,  our  tomb. 

4  The  rifiDg  morning  c^an'tafTure 
That  we  lliall  end  th^^  day  I 

?oi^death  flands  ready  a^;  the  door 
To  fnatch  our  lives /»'.,vay. 

5  Our  breath  is  forfeite^d  Vjy  fin 
To  God's  revenging  (laws  ; 

We  own  thy  grace,  imMoftal  King, 

In  ev'ry  gafp  wedfa'vs^.  ♦ 
5  God  is  our  fun.  who/^4  ^aily  light 

Our  joy  and  fafety  ht^^'^ys  ; 
Our  feeble  flefh  lies  Tafne  a't  nWht 

Beneath  his  fnady  wir^gs'. 

jIX.   Gihily  Jorro-^w  arifinf\-from  Q\ix\^'^fuprtngf^ 

!*     A  L  A  S   I  and  did  .  my  Saviour  bleed  ! 

I    £\   And  did  my  So^ /reign  die  ? 

.Would  he  devoce  that  faA  red  head  Y, 

[    For  fuch  a  worm  asiT".^? 

|[2  Thy  body  flain,  fweer^  jefus,  thine— 

I     Andbatfc'd  is  iiis  own-,  vjood— 

jWbiie,  allexp-.^'^d  ro  ivivr^h  divine-, 

I    The  glor'ou?  fuffVer     Hood!! 

|3  Was  it  for  crimes  wh-   ch  I -had  done 

He  groan'u  ■upon  the  t    ree  ? 
Aniaz^ng  pitv  I  grace  rx^  ^known  ! 
I     And  love,  beyond  Ciegrt',    -  1 

\  Well  might  the  fun  in  dan  'rnefs  hide, 
And  ihut  his  glories  in, 

K  Whcis 


110 


HYMNS       ^a  S.  U 


When  God,  the  mighty  T/Ta1<er,dyM 
For  man,  the  creature's  ^'^^ 

5  Thus,  might  I  hide  m/'^'uihing  face 
,  While  this  dear  crofs  a  Ppears, 

DifTolve  my  heart  in  tu -"^fulnefs. 
And  melt  my  eyes  in;  te?rs. 

6  But  drops  of  grief  c.v/n  ne'er  repay 
The  debt  of  love  I  o^we  ; 

Here  Lord,  I  give  ir>'^elf  away, 
'Tis  all  that  Icandr-^ 
I' 

1  Tl  /TY  foul  forfai^|vlifer  vain  delight, 
IVi  And  bids  the^  vvorld  farewell ; 

Bafe  as  the  dirt  bene^^-^  ^^Y  ^^et. 
And  mifchievous  as    ^^11. 

2  No  longer  will  I  a{)[t  your  love. 
Nor  feek  your  frien-J^ip  ^^^^  > 

The  happinefs,  which  'I  approve. 
Lies  not  within  youi- '  P^w  r. 

3  There's  nothing  rou^nd  this  fpacious  earth 
Which  fuits  my  larQ,  «-  defire  ; 

To  boundlefs  joy,  and^  folid  mirth. 

My  nobler  thoughts '^  aipire. 
[4  Where  pleafure  rc!fis  its  living  flood. 

From  fin  and  drofs  -refinM, 
Stiil  fpringing  from  ih   e  throne  of  God, 

And  fit  tochear  the     mind. 

5  Th'  almighty  ruler^  of  the  fphere. 
The  glor'cus  and  '^  »e  great. 

Brings  hib  own  all-fi-'  .tficience  there. 
To  make  our  bii'  »s  compleat.] 

6  Had  I  the  pin'    ons  of  a  dove, 
rd  climb  i\\f     neav'nly  road  ; 


Th 


n,      SPIRITUAL    SONGS,      ui 

(here  fits  my  fav'our  drefs'd  in  love—* 
And  ihere-^my /mi ling  God.     , 

J  ^ — XL^-'^The /ame.- — > 

I  SEND  the  joys  of  earth  away — 
Away,  ye  tempters  of  the  mind  5 
alfe  as  the  fmooth  deceitful  Tea, 
nd  empty  as  the  whifl'ling  wind. 

I  Your  Hreams  were  floating  me  along 
j-own  to  the  gulf  of  black  defpair  ; 
I  nd,  while  I  liften'd  to  your  fong, 
jour  ftreanis  had  e'en  convey 'd  me  there. 

1  Lord^  I  adore  thy  matchlefs  grace, 
/hich  warn'd  me  of  that  dark  abyfs  ; 
/hich  drew  me  from  thofe  treach'roui  feas^ 
ind  bid  aie  feek  superior  bliss. 

Now  to  the  fhining  realms  above 
ftretch  my  hands,  and  glance  mine  eyes  ; 
•  for  the  pinions  of  a  dove, 
I'o'bi^r  me  to  the  upper  Ikies  ? 

There,  from  the  bofom  of  my  God^, 
jiceans  of  en  die  fs  pleafures  roil  ; 
['here  would  1  fix  my  lalt  abode, 

nd  drown  the  forrows  of  my  foul. 

t.ll.     Chriil   is   the    Siihjianc&    of  the  Levkical 
I  Prujihood, 

T^tl  E  tri^e  Meffiah  now  appears  5 
The  types  are  all  vvithdrawn  : 
p  fly  the  (hadows  and  the  ftars 
Before  the  riling  dawn. 

:  No  fmoaking  fweets,  no  bleeding  lambs. 

No  kid  nor  bullock  llain  : 
ncenfe  and  i'pice  of  coiUy  names. 

Would  all  be  burnt  in  vain. 

K  3  %  Aaron 


lit  HYMNS      Ann  B,lh 

3  Aaron  muiVlay  hie  robes  away. 
His  mitre  and  his  veil. 

When  God  himfelf  comes  down  to  be 
The  off'ring  and  the  prieft. 

4  He  took  our  mortal  flefn,  to  (how 
The  wonders  of  his  love  ;: 

For  us  he  paid  his  life  below. 
And  prays  for  us  above. 

5  Father,  hc  Cries,  forgive  their ^ns. 
For  I  my/elf  have  dy'd  ; 

And  then  he  fhows  his  open  veins. 
And  pleads  his  wounded  fide. 

XIII.     The   Greationy    Pre/ervationy    Dijfolution'i 

and  Rejioration  of  this  WcrU* 
\  Oli^G  to  the  Lord,  who  built  the  ikies, 

ij)  The  Lord,  who  rear'd  ihis  [lately  fiame  i 
Let  all  the  nations  found  his  praife. 
And  lands  unknown  repeat  his  name. 

z  He  form'd  the  Teas,  and  fram'd  the  hills. 
Made  ev'ry  drop,  and  ev'ry  dull— ^ 
jMature  and  time,  with  all  (heir  wheels. 
And  pufh'd  them  into  motion  firft. 

3  Now,  from  his  high  imper'al  throne. 
He  looks  far  down  upon  the  fpheres  ; 
He  bids  the  fhining  orbs  roll  on. 
And  round  he  turns  the  hafty  years. 

4  Thus  fhall  this  moving  engine  laft 
"  rill  all  his  faints  are  gacher'd  in  ; 
i'hen  for  the  trumpet's  dreadful  blaft: 
To  ihake  it  all  todufl  again  ! 

^  Yet,  when  the  found  fhall  tear  the  Ikies,. 
And  lightnings  burn  the  globe  below— 
Saints,  yon  may  lift  your  joyful  eyes. 
There's  a  new  h,eav'ft  and  earth  foryon. 


B.  if.     SPIH^TtTAL     SONGS.      113 

XIV.   hordes  Day  :  or.  Delight  in  Ordinances ^ 
-  J    ^T/ELCCME,.  Aveet  day  of  relt, 
VV    Which  faw  the  Lord  arife  -, 
IWekeme,  to  this  reviving  breaft^  . 
And  thefe-  rejoicing  eyes  \ 
2  The  King  himfelf  comes  near,  . 
A  ad  feafis  his  faints  to-day  ; 
Here  we  may  fit,  and  lee  him  here. 
And  lovs,  and  praife  and  pray. 

1!      3  One  day  amidfl  the  place 
i  Where  my  dear  God  has  been> 

n  Is' fleeter  than  ten  thoufand  days 
Of  pleafurable  fm* 

4  My  willing  foul  would  flay 
In  fucK  a  frame  as  this ; 
And  fit,  and  fing  herfelf  away : 
To  everlaltingi)iifs. 

XV.  Thi  Enjoyment  ^/'Chrii!.— 

II  1  .yp  A  R  from  my  tho'ts,  vain  world  be  gone  5 
K'      J?    L^^  ^^y  religions  hours  alone  ; 
Fain  would  my  eyes  my  Saviour  fee— 

1  wait  a  vifit.  Lord,  from  thee  I 

2  My  heart  grows  warm  with  holy  fire. 
And  kindles,  withintenfe  defire  : 
Come,  my  dear  Jefus,  from  above. 
And  it^a  my  foul  with  heav'nly  love. 

[3  The  trees  of  life,  immortal  ftand 
In  blooming  rows  at  thy  right  hand  ; 
And,  in  fweet  murmurs  by  their  fide. 
Rivers  of  biifs  perpetual  glide. 

4  Hafte  then — but  with  a  fmiling  face— 
And  fpread  the  table  of  thy  grace  : 
Bring  down  a  talle  of  truth  divine. 
And  chear  my  heart  with  facred  wine.] 

K3  5  Blefs'd 


114  H  y  M  N  S     AND  B.  IL 

5.  Blefs'd  Jefus,  what  delicioiis  fare  ! 
How  fweet  thy  enterrainn:ienLs  are  ! 
Never  did  angels  tafte  above 
Redeeming  grace,  and  dying  love. 
6  Hail  great  Immanuei,  all  divine  ! 
In  thee,  ihy  Fathers  glories  (hine  ; 
Thou  brighteft,  Tv^eetefl,  faireft  One, 
Whom  eyes  have  Teen,  or  angels  known  ! 

XVI.     Pari  thefecond, 

1  T    ORD,  what  a  heav'n  of  faving  grace 
JL^  Shines  through  the  beauties  of  thy  face; 

And  lights  our  paflions  to  a  fiame  ! 

Lord,  how  we  love  thy  charming  name.  » 

2  When  1  can  fay — My  God  is  minti  ^ 
When  I  can  feel  thy  glories  (hine, 

I  tread  the  world  beneath  my  feet, 
And  all  the  earth  ztXX'^ gocd  or  great, 

3  While  fuch  a  fcene  of  facred  joys 
Our  raptur'd  eyes  and  fouls  employs. 
Here  we  could  fit  and  gaze  away, 
A  long,  an  everlafting  day. 

4  Well — we  fliall  quickly  pafs  the  night  ! 
To  the  fair  coaft  of  perfed  light  ;  ! 
Then  fhall  our  joyful  fenfes  rove  ; 
O'er  the  dear  Objeft  of  our  love.  ! 
[5  There  (hall  we  drink  full  drafts  of  blif«> 
And  pluck  new  life  from  heav'nly  trees  ! 

Yet  now  and  then,  dear  Lord,  beftow  ; 

A  drop  of  heav'non  worlds  below.  i 

6  Send  comforts  down  from  thy  right  hand 
While  wc  pafs  through  this  barron  land  ; 
And,  in  thy  temple,  let  us  fee 
A  glympfe  of  love,  a  glympfe  of  Thee.] 

XVI 


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,;II.      SPIRITUAL     SONGS.       u^ 

XVIL— GoD*s  Eternity 

I  S  E,  Yiky  my  fjul,  and  leave  the  grottnd, 
_        Scretchall  thy  -.ho>5ghts  abroad  ; 
And  roule  upev'ry  tuiieul  found 
To  prail'e  th'  eternal  God. 

2  Long  e*er  the  lofty  {kies  were  fpread, 
Jehovah  fill'd  his  throne  ; 

E'er  Adam  form'd,  or  angels  made. 
The  Maker  liv'd  aione. 

3  His  boundlefs  ^^ears  can  ne'er  decreafe^ , 
But  ftill  maintain  their  prime? 

Eternity's  his  dwelling  place— 
And  EVER  is  his  time. 

4  While,  like  a  tide,  our  minutes  fiowp 
The  pre  Tent  aaid  the  paft  ; 

He  fills  his  owa  immortal  NOW, 
And  fees  car  ages  wafte. 

5  The  fea  and  Iky  mufl  perilh  too> 
And  vail  dertrudion  come  ; 

The  creatures,  look,  how  old  they  grow. 
And  wait  their  fiery  doom  ! 

6  Well — let  the  (ea  fhrink  all  away. 
And  flame  melt  down  the  i]cies. 

My  God  fhall  live  an  endlefs  day. 
When  th'  old  creation  dies. 

XVIIL     The  Mmijiry  of  Angels. 

1  TT I  G  H  on  a  hill  of  dazz'ling  light 
JTl  The  King  of  glory  fpreads  his  feat^ 

And  troops  of  angels,  flretch'd  for  flight. 
Stand  waiting  at  his  awful  feet. 

2  *'   Go,  faith  the  Lord,  my  Gabriel  go— 

*'  Salute  the  virgin's  fruitful  womb  ; 
*'  Make  halle,  ye  cherubs,  do-vn  below, 
1 1'  Sing  and  proclaim— //^f  Savicur  come.'' 

2  Here 


m6  H  y  M  N  S     and  B.  II 

3  Here  a  bright  rcj<jadronleav€5  the.  C^ies., 
And  thick  arcind  Elifha  ftands ; 
Anon  a  heav'-nly  foldier  flies, 
And  breaks  the  chains  from  Peter's  hands. 

4  Thy  winged  troops,  OGod  of  hofts. 
Wait  on  thy  wand'ring  church  below  ; , 
Here,  we  are  failing  to  ihy  coaft§. 
Let  angeh  be  par, convoy  toQ,,, 

5  Are  they  not  all  thy  fervants.  Lord  ? 
At  thy  command  they  go  and  come  ; 
With  chearful  halle  obey  thy  word. 
And  guard  thy  children  lo  thy  home. 

XIX..  Our  f Kail  Bodies,  and  God  our  Pre/ervsr. 

1  y    E  T  others  boaft  how  ftrong  they  be, 
\_^  Nor  death,  nor  danger  fear  ; 

But  we'll  confefs,  O  Lord,  to  thee. 
What  feeble  things  we  are. 

2  Frefh  as  the  grafs,  oar  bodies  (land— ^ 
And  flourifh  bright  and  gay  r      , 

A  blading  wind  fweeps  e'er  the  land->  | 

And  fades  the  grafs  away.  ' 

3  Our  life  contains  a  thoufand  fprings. 
And  dies,  if  one  be  gone  : 

Strange  !   that  a  harp,  of  thoufand  firings. 
Should  keep  in  tune  fo  long. 

4  But  'tis  our,  God  fopports  our  frame— ^ 
The  God  who  built  us  fir'ft  ; 

Salvation  to  th'  Almighty  name 
Thar  rear'd  us  from,  the  duft. 

5  He  fpake — and  ihait  our  hearts  and  brains,- 
Iri  all  their  motions  rofe  ; 

<^<  Lei  blood,  faid  he,j^c^'  round  il?e  veins*'* 
Au.d  round, the  veins  it  flows.. 

6  Why 


B.  ri.      S  PI  R  IT  UAL    SON  G  S.      1 1 V 

6  While  w©  have  breath,  or  ufe  onr  tongues^ 

Our  Maker  we'll  adore  ; 
His  Spirit  moves  our  heaving  iungs. 

Or  they  would  breathe  no  more* 

'XX.  Backfii dings  and  Returns '-"-"^ 

I  '^T  7  H  Y  is  my  heart  fo  far  from  thee 
VV     My  God,  my  chief  delight  ? 

Why  are  my  thoughts  no  more  hy  day 
With  thee,  no  more  by  nigh:  ? 

[2  Why  ftould  my  foolifh  pafiions  rove  l- 

Where  can  fuch  fweetnefs  be. 
As  I  have  tailed  in  thy  love. 

As  I  have  found  in  thee  ?] 

5  When  mf  forgetful  foul  renews 
Tfaefavor  of  thy  grace. 

My  heart  prefames  I  cannot  Ioc^> 
The  reliih  all  my  days. 

4  Bat  e'er  one  fleeting  hour  is  pad;. 

The  flattering  world  employs 
Some  fenfaal  bait  to  feize  my  caftea  x     - 

And<to  pollute  my  joys. 

[5  Trifles  of  nature,  or  cf  art; 

With  fair  deceitful  charms. 
Intrude  incamy  tboaghtlefs  hearti^^ 

And  thrufl  thee  from  isy  arms, 

6  Then  I  repent,  and  vex  mv  foal 
That  [  fhould  lofe  thee  fo  ; 

Where  will  thofe  wild  afFedicns  roll 
Which  let  a  Saviour  go  ? 

[7   Sin's  promis'd  jpys  are  tura'd  to  pain. 

And. I  am  drown'd  in  grief  ; 
But  my  dear  Lord  returns  againj- 

He  flies  to  my  relief! 
;  g  Seizing 


ii8  HYMNS     AND  B.n. 

S  Seizing  my  foul  with  fweet  (urptizc. 

He  draws  with  loving  bands  ; 
Divine  compaffion's  in  his  eyes. 

And  pardons  in  his  hand.] 

[9  Wretch  that  I  am,  to  wander  thus  ! 

In  chafe  of  falfe  delight  ! 
Let  me  be  faftcn'd  to  thy  crofs. 

Rather  than  lofe  thy  fight.] 
[10  Make  hafte,  my  days,  to  reach  the  goaip 

And  bring  my  heart  to  reft 
On  the  dear  centre  of  my  foul. 

My  God,  my  Saviour's  bread  ! 

XXI.  Afong  of  praife  to  God  the  Redeemer* 

1  X    E  T  the  old  heathens  tune  their  fong 
\_j  Of  great  Diana,  and  of  Jove  : 

But  the  fweet  theme  which  moves  my  tongue. 
Is  my  Redeemer  and  his  love. 

2  Behold,  a  God  defcends  and  dies, 
To  fave  my  foul  from  gaping  hell   * 
How  the  black  gulph,  where  fatan  lies, 
Yavvn'd  to  receive  me  when  I  fell  1 

3  How  justice  frown'd,  and  vengeance  flood 
To  drive  me  down  to  endlefs  pain  ! 

But  the  great  fon  propos'd  his  blood. 
And  heav'niy  wrath  grew  miid  again, 

4  Infinite  Lover,   gracious  Lord  ! 
To  thee  be  endlefs  honors  giv'n    : 
Thy  vvond'rous  name  fhall  be  ador*d. 
Round  i  he  wide  earth  and  wider  heav'n. 

XXII.   With  God  is  terrible  Majefiy. 

I  ^  I  ^ERrible  God,  who  reign  ft  on  high, 

i      How  awful  is  thy  thund'ring  har-d  1 
Thy  tiery  bolts,   how  fierce  tiiev   fly   ! 
Nor  can  all  earthy  or  hell  withftand. 

2  This 


'^.il.      SPIRITUAL    SONGS,      m^ 

2  This  the  old  rebel-angels  knew, 
i    i^nd  fatan  fell  beneath  thy  frown  : 
I  -Thine  arrows  ftruck  the  traitor  through, 
I    And  weighty  vengeance  funk  him  down, 

[   3  This  Spdom  felt— and  feels  it  ftill— * 
!    And  roars  beneath  th'  eternal  load  : 
I  \With  endlefs  burnings  who  can  dwell. 
Or  bear  the  fury  of  a  God  ? 

4  Tremble,  ye  finners/and  fubmit ; 
i  Throw  down  your  arms  upon  his  throne  ' 
i   Bend  your  heads  low  beneath  his  feet, 
l!^Or  his  {^rong  hand  fhal!  crulli  you  down. 

'\   5   And  ye,  blefs'd  faints,  who  love  him  too^ 
it  With  rev'rence  bow  before  his  name  ; 
[|  Thus  all  his  hea.v'niy  fervants  do  : 
God  is  a  bright  and  burning  flame. 

XXIII.  The  fight  of  GoT3  and  Chrlji  in  Hea'veK, 

1  T^EscEND  from  heav'n,  immortal  Dove, 
jL/  Stoop  down  and  take  us  on  thy  wings  ; 

And  mount,  and  bear  us  far  above. 
The  reach  of  ihefe  in^fer'or  things  : 

2  Beyond,  beyond  this  lower  Iky, 
Up,  where  eternal  ages  roll  ; 
Where  folid  pleafares  never  die. 
And  fruits  immortal  feaft  the  foial. 

3  O  for  a  fight,  a  pleafing  fight. 
Of  our  almighty  Father's  throne  ! 

Ther^  fits  our  Saviour,  crown'd  with  light, 
Cloath'd  in  a  body  like  our  own. 

,  4  Adoring  faints  around  him  Hand, 
;  And  thrones  and  pow'rs  before  him  fall  ; 
:  The  God  (bines  gracious  through  the  man, 
>Vnd  Iheds  iweet  glories  on  them^li  ! 

5  O 


2£0  H   V   M  Is    S       AKD  1i.iI 

5  O  what  amazing  joys  they  fee],  i 
While  to  their  golden  harps,  they  iing  ; 
And  Tit  on  ev*ry  heav'niy  hill. 
And  fprcaa  the  triumphs  of  their  King  ! 

6  When  (hall  the  day,  dear  Lord,  appear—    ; 
That  1  (hall  mount,  to  dwell  above  ; 
And  Rz.nd~;  and  bow  before  them  there. 
And  view  thy  face,  and.fing,  and  love  ?     • 

XXIV.   r^^   E'vll  of  Sin  'vifthle  in  the  fall  i 
Angels  and  Men. 

1  "^T  THEN  the  r'reat  Builder arch'd  the  fties 

W     And  forrr/d  al!  nature  with  a  word  ; 
The  joyfal  chtru^s  t^n'd  his  praifs. 
And  ev'ry  ber;dlng  rhrcne  ador'd. 

2  Hich,  in  the  HiidH  of  all  the  throng, 
^taa,  a  v^ll  ar<*h- angel  fat  ;  ' 
*Among  the  morning  ftars  he  fung, 
'Till  iin  deilroy'd  his  heavenly  ftate. 

[3   'Twa?  fin  that  hurl'd  him  from  his  throne, 
-G.rov'ling  in  fire,  the  rebel  lies  ; 
^  Hqiv  art  thou  funk  in  cfarkneji  drwn. 
Son  of  the  ntorningt  from  thefkies, 

4  And  thas  oar  two  firft  parents  ftood, 
'Til!  fin  defiPd  the  happy  place  ; 
They  loft  their  garden,  and  their  Gob, 
And  ruin'd  all  their  unborn  race. 

5  So  rprun?  the  plague  from  Adam's  bow'r^ 
And  fpread  dellruilion  all  abroad  ; 

Sie,  thecurs'd  oame,  which  in  one  hour^ 
Spoil'  d  fix  days  labour  of  a  God.] 

6  Tremble,  my  foul,  and  mourn  for  grief. 
That  fuch  a  foe  fiioald  fcize  thy  breafli  ; 

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I.K.       SPIRITUAL     SONGS.      123 

Fly  to  thy  Lord  for  quick  relief  ; 

Oh  !  may  he  flay  this  treach'rous  guefl. 

i7  Then  to  thy  throne,  vidlor'ous  King, 
'Then  to  thy  throne  our  fhouto  ihall  rife  ; 
Thine  everlafting  arm  we'll  ling. 
For  fin,   the  moniler,  bleeds  and  dies. 

XXV.     Complaining  of  Spiritual  tloth» 

MY  drowfy  povv'rs,  why  fleep  ye  fo  f 
Awake,  my  lluggifh  foul  1 
I'IMothins:  has  half  thy  work  to  do  ; 
'•T   Yet  Jothing^s  half  fo  dull. 

J  The  little  ants,  for  one  poor  grain,  ' 

Labour,  and  tug,  and  ftrive  ; 
,jfet  we,  who  have  a  heav'n  to  obtain, 
I  How  negligent  we  live  ! 

We  for  whofe  fake  all  nature  flands. 
And  ftars  their  courfes  move  ; 
\''e,  for  whole  guard,  the  angel-bands 
Come  fi'/ing  from  above  : 

We,  f:r  u-hom  God  i\i&  Son  came  down, 
1,  And  ]^b">af'd  for  cur  good  ; 
JIgw  car^lefs  to  fecure  that  crcwa  . 

He  purrhas'd  with  his  blood  \ 

Lord   ihall  we  live  fo  {liiggilh  Siii., 
And  never  ail  our   parrs  \ 
ome,  holy  dove,  from  th'  heav'niy  hill. 
And  fr.  and  warm  our  hearts  ! 

Then  (hall  our  aftiv?  fpirits  move. 
Upward  our  fouls  fnsll  rife  : 
'irh  hands  of  faith,  and  v/ings  of  lovffa 
We'll  fly,  and  take  the  prize. 

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323-            HYMNS     AND  BAL 

. XXVI.   God  in^^lfible."-^ 

j"  "T    ORD,  we  are  blind,  poor  mortals  blin 
|_^  We  c^in't  heboid  thy  bright  abode  5 

01  'tis  beyond  a  creature-mind 
To  glance  a  thought  half  way  to  God. 

2  Infinite  leagues  beyond  the  Iky, 
The  greJSt  Eternal  reigns  alone  ; 
Where  neither  wings,  nor  foals  can  fly, 
ISlor  angels  climb  the  toplefs  throne. 

3  The  Lord  of  glory  builds  his  feat 
Of  gems  infufferably  bright  ; 
iVnd  l3vs  beneath  his  facred  feet 
Subdantial  beams  of  gloomy  night. 

4  Yet,  glor'ousLord,  thy  gracious  eyes 
Look  through,  and  chear  us  frcrr.  above  ; 

'  Bevond  our  praile  thy  grandeur  dies. 
Yet  we  adere,  aad  yei  we  iove. 

XXVU.     Praije   ye  him,    all  his    J?tgeh.- 
Pfalm  cxlviii.  2. 

1  ^f-M  O  D  \   the  eternal  awful  name, 
\y  That  the  whole  he?,v'n!y  army  fears^ 

Whirh  {haL'Cs,the  wide  creation's  frame. 
And  faian  trembles  when  he  hears. 

2  Like  flames  of  fire  his  fervants  are, 
And  iicht  furronnds  his  dwelling-place  : 
Bur,  0  ye  fiery  fiair.es,  decbre 

The  brighter  glories  of  his  face. 

%  'Tis  not  for  fuch  poor  worms  as  wc. 

To  fpeak  fo  infinite  a  thing  ; 

Bot  yourijTimortal  eyes  furvey 

The  beauties  of  your  fov'reign  King. 

4  Tell  how  he  (hews  his  fmiling  face, 

And  clothes  aji  neav'n  in  bright  array  ; 

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pUI.      SPIRITUAL    SONGS.       123 

rriumph  and  joy  run  through  the  place, 
A.nd  fongs  eternal  as  the  dav . 

-   Speak— ^(for  you  fsel  bis  burning  love) 
kfVhat  zeal  it  fpre^ds  thro'  all  your  frams  5 
rhat  facred  fire  dwells  all  above, 
j^or  we  on  earth  have  loil  the  name. 
{6  Sing  of  his  povv'r  and  jaftice  too, 
]rhat  infinite  right  hand  of  his, 
iVhich  vanquifli'd  fatan  and  his  crew, 
|Vhen  thunder  drove  them  down  from  blifs.] 
'  What  mighty  ftoruis  cf  poifon'd  darts 

V  €;  e  hurl'd  upon  the  rebels  there  ! 

V  hat  deadly  jav'lins  nail'd  their  hearts 
'all  to  the  racks  of  long  defpair  ! 

8  Shout  toyour  King,  ye  heav'nly  hoi!  5- 
'ou  who  beheld  the  finking  foe  ; 
irrnJy  ye  ftood  when  they  were  loft  ; 
raife  the  rich  grace  that  kept  ye  fo. 

Proclaim  his  wonders  from  the  ikies, 
et  ev*ry  dillant  nation  hear  ; 
.nd,  while  you  fonnd  his  lofty  praife, 
et  humble  mortals  bow  and  fear, 

XXVIII.    Death  and  Eicrnity, 

STOOP  down,  my  tho'ts,  which  ufe  to  rife^" 
Converfe  awhile  wuh  death  : 
hink  how  a  gafping  morti;.i  lies. 
And  pants  away  his  breath. 

His  quiv'ring  lip  h2.ngs  feeble  down^ 
His  pulfes  faint  and  few  : 
hca,  fpsechieii,  with  adoleful  groany 
He  bids  the world  adieu. 

Bat  Oh,  the  foul,  which  never  dies  I 
At  once  it  leaves  the  clay  ! 

L2  Ye 


»24-  ^^  ^  ^^^  ^  ^     ""^"^^  ^•^^• 

Ye  thoughts,  purfae  it  where  it  flies. 
And  track  its  »vond'rous  way  ! 

4  Up  ta  the  courfs  where  angels  dwell. 
It  mounts  triumphing  there  ; 

Or  devils  plunge  it  down  to  hell. 
In  infinite  defpair  I 

5  And  muft  my  b©dy  faint  and  die  ! 
And  muft  this  foul  remove  ? 

Oh,  for  fome  guard'an  angel  nigh. 
To  bear  it  fafe  above  ! 

6  Jefus,  to  thy  dear  faithful  hand. 
My  naked  foul  I  trail  ; 

And  my  fle(h  waits  for  thy  command. 
To  drop  into  the  duft. 
XXlX.-^Rii^e^^ptioTi  by  Trice  and  Power. 

1  T  E  S  U  S,  with  all  thy  faints  above, 
J    My  tongue  weald  bear  her  part  ; 

Would  found  aloud  thy  faving  love. 
And  fing  thy  bleeding  heart. 

2  Blefs'd  be  the  lamb,  my  deareft  Lord, 
Who  bought  me  with  his  b!cod. 

And  quench'd  his  father's   Raming  fword 
In  his  own  vital  blood. 

3  The  lamb  that  hetdi  my  captive  foul 
From  fatsn's  heavy  chains. 

And  fent  the  lion  down  to  howl 
Where  hell  and  horror  reigns. 

4  All  glory  to  the  dying  Lamb, 
And  never  ceafmg  praife,^ 

While  angels  live  to  know  his  name. 
Or  faiMts  to  feel  his  grace. 

XXX.      Heavenly  Joy  en  Earth, 
\\  J^^  O  ME,  we  who  love  the  Lord, 
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ioin  in  a  fong  with  fweet  accord. 
And  thus  furround  the  throne. 

2  Let  forrows  of  the  mind 

Be  banifh'd  from  the  place  ; 
Leligion  never  was  defign'd 

Tq  make  our  pleafure's  l^f^^.], 

3  Let  thcfe  refufe  to  fing 
Who  never  knew   our  God  ; 

lut  fav'rites  of  th'  heav'nly  King 

Should  fpeak  their  joys  abroad. 
[4  The  GoDvvho  rules  on  high. 

And  thunders  when  he  pleafe, 
Vho  rides  upon  the  ftormy  iky. 

And  manages  the  feas.] 

5  This  awful  God  is  ours,        : 
Our  Father  and  our  love  ; 

le  fhall  fend  down  his  heav'nly  pow'rsr 
To  carry  us  abo'ue. 

6  There  we  fhaU  fee  his  face. 
And  never,  never  fin  ; 

■here,  from  the  rivers  of  his  grace. 
Drink  endlefs  pleafures  in. 

7  Yes,  and  before  we  rife 
To  that  inimortal  ftatej' 

^he  thoughts  of  fuch  amazing  blifs 
Should  conflant  joys  create. 

[8  The  men  of  grace  have  found 
Glory  begun  below, 
'seleftial  fruits  on  earthly  ground. 
From  faith  and  hope,  may  grow. 

9  The  hiU  of  Zion  yieids 

A  thoufand  facred  fweets, 
efore  we  reach  the  heav'nly  fields. 
Or  walk  the  golden  ftreeis. 

L.  3  10  Then 


126  HYMNS     AN©  B.  II. 


lo  Then  let  our  fongs  abound. 
And  ev'ry  tear  be  dry  ; 
We're  marching  thro'  Imman'ei's  ground 
To  fairer  worlds  on  high.] 
XXXL— Chrill's  Prefence  makes  Death  ettfy. 

WH  Y  fliould  we  flart,  and  fear  to  die  ? 
What  tim'rous  wornis  we  mortals  areJ; 
Death  is  the  gate  of  endlefs  joy. 
And  yet  we  dread  to  enter  there. 

2  The  pains,  the  groans,  the  dying  ftrifcp 
Fright  our  approaching  fouls  away  ; 
Still  we  (brink  back  again  to  life, 

JFcnd  of  our  prifon  and  our  clay. 

3  Oh  !  if  my  Lord  would  come  and  meet^ 
My  foul  Ihould  ftretch  her  wings  in  hafte. 
Fly,  fearlefs,  through  death's  iron  gate. 
Nor  feel  the  terrors  as  fhc  pafs'd, 

4  Jefus  can  make  a  dying  bed 
Feel  foft  as  downy  pillows  are. 
While  on  his  bread  I  lean  my  head> 
And  breathe  my  life  out  fweetly  there. 

XXXII.     Frailty  and  Folly, 

I  T  T  O  W  fhort  and  hafty  is  our  life  I 
Jl  1    How  vail  our  fouls'  aftairi  ! 

Yet  fenfelefs  mortals  vainly  ftrive 
To  lavilh  out  their  years. 

;j  Our  days  run  thoughtlefsly  along. 

Without  a  moments  ftay  ; 
Juft  like  a  ftory  or  a  fong. 

We  pafs  our  lives  away. 

3  God,  from  on  high,  invites  us  home. 

But  tve  march  heedlefs  on  ; 
And,  ever  haft'ning  to  the  tomb, 

Stoop  downward  as  we  run. 

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4  How  we  deferve  the  deepeflhell^ 
Who  flight  the  joys  above  1 

What  chains  of  vengeance  fhoald  we  feel^ 
Who  break  fuch  cords  of  love. 

5  Draw  u&,  O  God,  with  fov'reign  grace^ 
And  lift  our  thoughts  on  high. 

That  we  may  end  this  mortal  race^ 
And  fee  falvation  nigh, 

XXX III.     Ths  blejfed  Society  in  Hea'ven. 

I  "1^    A  I  S  E  thee,  my  foul,  fly  up,  and  ran^ 

^\^  Thro'  ev'ry  heav'nly  ftreet. 
And  fay—there's  nought  below  the  fun. 

That's  worthy  of  thy  feet. 

[2  Thus  will  we  mount  on  facred  wings. 

And  tread  the  courts  above  : 
Nor  earth,  nor  all  her  might'eft  things. 

Shall  tempt  our  meanell  love.] 

I  3^  There,  on  a  high,  raajeftic  throne, 
'      Th*  almighty  Father  reigns, 
!  And  flieds  his  glor'ous  goodnefs  down 
On  all  the  blifsful  plains. 

4  Bright,  like  a  fun,  the  Saviour  fits. 
And  fpreads  eternal  noon  ; 

Ko  ev'nings  there,  nor  gloomy  nights^i 
To  want  the  feeble  moon. 

5  Amidil  thofe  ever-fliining  ikies 
Behold  the  facred  Dove  ! 

While  banifli'd  fin„  and  forrow  flies 
From  all  the  realms  of  love. 

6  The  glor'ous  tenants  of  the  place 
Stand  bending  round  the  throne  ; 

And  faints,  and  feraphs,  fing  and  praife 
The  infinite  Three-One, 

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128  HYMNS      AND  B.  II. 

[7  But,  O,  what  beams  of  heav'nly  grace, 

Tra:jfpoft  them  all  the  while  ! 
Ten  tkoufand  imiles  iron   Jefus'  face. 

And  love  in  Q'i^iy  imile  ! 

8  Jefus,  and  when  (hall  that  dear  day. 

That  joyful  bcut  appear, 
When  1  lliall  leave  this  houfeof  clay. 

To  ds^ell  among  chem  there  ? 

XXXIV. — Breathing  after  the  Holy  Spirit., 

1  f^^  O  M  E,   Holy  Spirit,  heav'nly  Dovei,. 
\ji  Wich  all  thy  quick'ning  pow'rs. 

Kindle  a  flame  of  facred  love 
In  thefe  cold  hearts  of  ours. 

2  Look  how  we  grcvel  here  below,. 
Fond  of  thefe  trifling  toys  ! 

Our  fouls  can  neither  fly,  nor  go. 
To  reach  eternal  joys. 

3^  In  vain  we  tune  our  formal  fongs. 

In  vain  we  ftrive  to  rife  ; 
Hofanna's  languifli  on  our  tongues. 

And  our  devotion  dies. 

4  Dear  Lord  !  and  fliall  we  ever  live 
At  this  poor  dying  rate  ; 

Our  love  (o  faint,  fo  cold  to  thee. 
And  thine  to  us  fo  great  ? 

5  Come,  Holy  Spirit,  heav'nly  Dove, 
With  all  thy  quick'ning  povv'rs  ; 

Come,  fhed  abroad  a  Saviour's  love, 
Arnd  that  fliall  kindle  ours. 

XXXV.  Prai/e  to  God /cr  creation  &  redemption, 

I  T    E  T  them  negle^  thy  g'ory.  Lord, 

^L/  Who  never  kne^v  thy  g:ace  ; 
But  our  loud  fong  fliall  ftill  record 

The  VrOnders  of  ihv  praife. 

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2  We  raife  our  fhouts,  O  God,  to  thee. 
And  fend  them  to  thy  throne  ; 

All  glory  to  th*  UNITED  Three, 
■    The  undivided  One. 

3  'Twas  He,  (and  we'll  adore  his  name) 
Who  formM  us  by  a  word  ; 

*Tis  He  reflor'd  our  ruin'd  frame  : 
Salvation  to  the  Lord  ! 

4  Hofanna  !  lec  the  earth  and  fkies 
Repeat  the  joyful  founci  ; 

Rocks,  hills,  and  vales,  reflect  the  voice 
In  one  eternal  round. 

XXX VI.      Chriirs  Imercefton, 

1  "TT  7*  E  L  L,  the  Redeemer's  goner 

V  V     T'  appear  before  a  God, 
To  fprinkle  o'er  the  flaming  throne 
With  his  atoning  b<ood. 

2  No  fiery  vengeanc^  now,  • 
No  burning  ',vrath  comes  down  J;. 

If  juftice  calls  for  finners'  blood. 
The  Saviour  Ihews  his  own. 

3  Before  his  Father's  eye 
Our  hambie  fuit  he  moves  ; 

The  Father  lays  his  thunder  by. 

And  looks,  and  fmiles,  and  loves* 

4  Now  may  our  joyful  tongues  * 
Our  Maker's  honor  nng  : 

Tefub,  the  Prieft,  receives  our  fongSj 
And  bears  them  to  the  King.' 

[5  We  bow  before  his  face. 
And  found  his  glories  high  | 
'*  Hofanna  10  the  God  of  grace 
''-  Who  lays  his  thunder  by.] 

4  f*  On 


T30  H  Y  M  N  S     AND  B.  ff. 

6  "  On  Earth  thy  mercy  reigns, 
**   And  triumphs  all  above  ; 
'^  But,  Lord,  how  weak  our  mortal  flrains 
*'  To  fpeak  immortal  love  ! 
[7  **  How  jarring,  and  how  low 
*'  Are  ell  the  notes  we  fi ng  ! 
^^  Svveec  Saviour^  tune  our  fongs  anew, 
**  And  they  Ihall  pleafe  the  King."] 

.XXXVII.— r/^^  Jame. 

i-y    I  F  T  up  your  eyes  to  th'  heav'nly  fcats^ 
\_j  Where  your  Redefmer  ilays  : 

Kind  liiterceiTor,  there  he  iits, 
Aod  loves,  and  pleads,  and  prays. 

2  'Tvvas  well,  my  foul,  he  dy'd  for  theCj 
And  ihed  his  vital  blood  ; 

A>ppeas'd  flern  juftice  on  the  tree. 
And  then  arofe  to  God. 

3  Pe^licions  now,  and  p/aiie  may  rife. 

And  iaints  their  oiT  rings  bring  ; 
The  Prieil,  with  his  own  facriSce, 
Prcfents  tliem  to  the  King. 

[4  Let  others  truft  what  names  they  pleafe^- 

Their  iaints  and  angels  boaft  ; 
We've  no  iuch  advocates  as  thefe. 

Nor  pray  to  th'  heav'nly  hell.] 

5  jeOis.  alone,  fhall  bear  my  cries 
Up  tc  his  Father's  throne  ; 

He  (desreft  Lord)  perfumes  my  lighs,' 
'And  ivve^iens  tv^vy  groan. 

6  Ttn  thoufcind  praifes  to  the  King, 
Ilolanna,  in  rhe  high'fl ; 

Ten  thoufand  thanks  our  fpirits  bring 
To  God,  and  to  his  Chi'ilL] 

XXXVIII. 


^.11.      SPIRITUAL     SONGS.       iji 

XXXVIII.      Love  to  God. 
jTTAPPY  the  heart  where  graces  reign^ 

J_  j[  Where  leve  inlpires  the  bread  : 
Love  is  the  brighteil  of  the  train. 
And  ftrengthens  all  the  reft. 

2  Knoyvledge,  alas  !  *tis  ail  in  vain. 
And  all  in  vain  our  fear  j 

Our  ftubborn  fins  will  fight  and  reign. 
If  love  be  abfent  there. 

3  'Tis  love  which  makes  our  chearful  fees 
In  fv>'ift  obed'ence  move  ; 

The  devils  know— and  tremble  too  ; 
Eut  Taran  cannot  love. 

4  This  is  the  g-ace  wh-^ch  lives  and  /ings^ 
When  taiih  and  hope  {hall  ceafe  ; 

'Tis  th:s  fcal;  i^rike  car  joyfal  ftrings 
In  ih?  rvveet  realms  of  bliis. 

-   Before  we  quite  foriake  oUr  clay. 

Or  X'tzvt  d-U  oark  abode,  • 
Let  wing?  cFiv've  bear  us  away 

To  fee  Qiir  rrrsiiing  God. 

XXXIX.     The  Sacrfnej's  and  Mijery  of  Lifu 

UR  d'^.ys,  slas  1   oar  mortal  days, 
/    Are  iloit  and  wre^cl  cd  too  1 
Evil,  and  fe^.v,  the  Patriarch  fays, 
A'^d  well  the  Fatr'arch  knew. 

2  'Tis  but,  at  be-v,  a  narrow  bound. 
Which  heav'n  allows  to  men  ; 

And  p:i?ni,  nnd  tin?  run  through  the  round 
Of  threefcore  years  and  ten.       ^ 

3  Well — if  ye  mull  be  fad  and  few. 
Run  on,  my  days,  in  hafle  ; 

IMoments  of  fm,  and  months  of  woe^ 
Ye  cannot  fly  too  \ii^, 

'■■A-  ^  4  Let 


152  HYMNS     AND  R.  11. 

4  Let  heav'niy  love  prepare  my  foul. 

And  call  her  to  the  ikies,  ^ 
Where  years  of  long  falvation  roll. 

And  glory  never  dies. 
XL  ■  Our  comfort  in  the  ccvenant  made  nx;ith  Chrlft. 

OUR  God,  how  firm  his  promife  Hands, 
Ev'n  when  he  hides  his  face  ! 
He  trails  in  our  Redeemers  hands 
His  glory,  and  his  grace. 

2  Then,  whv,  my  foul,  thefe  fad  complaints. 
Since  Chrifl:  and  we  are  one  ? 

Thv  God  is  faithful  to  Ms  faints. 
Is  faithful  to  his  Son. 

3  Beneath  h's  fmiles  my  heart  has  liv'd. 
And  partofheav'n  pciTefs'd  ; 

1  praife  his  name  for  grace  receiv'  d. 
And  trufthim  for  the  refl. 

XLL   A  Cight  (?/God  mortifies  us  to  the  nvcrld. 
r,  J-  jp   to  the  fields  where  angels  lie, 
\  )    And  living  waters  jrently  roll, 
Fai'^  would  mv  thoughts  1c/ip  out,  and  fly. 
Bur  fii>  Hangs  heavy ^on  my  foul. 

2  Thv  wrn(?'rou'^  blood,  dear  dying  Chriil, 
C?.n  make  ••hi?  world  of  guilt  remove  ;^ 
And  thou  can'fi  bear  me  where  thoa  fly'fl. 
On  thv  kind  wings,  caeleftial  Dove  ! 

-;  O  might  I  once  mount  up,^  and  fee 
The  gl:r'es  of  th'  eternal  ikies  ; 
^''i'hat  ■ii't'e  th'ngs  thefe  worlds  would  be  r 
Bo-v  defpicaSjle^tomy  eyes?] 

4  Hid  I  s  glance  of  thee,  my  God, 
Kingdoms  and  men  would  v?.nifh  foon  ; 
Vanvth>  as  tJin'  I  faw  them  not, 

Asa  di-«i  candle  dies  at  nooa.  ^ ..    , 

f  5  The*! 


3.11.       SPIRITUAL     SONGS.     133 

-  Then  they  might  fight,  and  rage,  and  rave, 

I  Ihouid  perceive  the  noife  no  more 

Than  we  can  hear  the  fiiaking  leaf 

While  rattling  thunders  round  us  roar. 

6  Great  All  in  Ail,  eternal  King, 
■Let  me  but  view  thy  lovely  face  ; 
,  And  all  my  pow'rs  lliail  bow,  and  fing 

Thine  endiefs  grandeur,  and  thy  grace, 

XLII.     Delig^i  in  God. 

I  1\/rY  God,  what  endiefs  pleafures dwell 
1.  T  Jl    Above,  at  thy  right  hand  ! 

Thy  courts  below,  how  amiable. 
Where  all  thy  graces  ftand  ! 

!.2  The  fwallow  near  thy  temple  lies. 

And  chirps  a  chearful  note  j 
.The  lark  mounts  up  toward  thy  ikies. 

And  tunes  her  warbling  throat  1 

■3   And  we,  when  in  thy  prefence,  Lord, 

Do  Ihout  with  joyful  tongoes  ; 
[X)r,  fitting  round  our  Father's  board. 

We  crown  the  feaft  with  fongs. 

j.4  While  Jefup  fbines  with  quick'ning  grace. 

We  fing,  and  mount  on  high  ; 
But,  if  a  frown  becloud  his  face,  -f>; 

We  faint,  and  tire,  and  die. 

J  5  JuH  as  we  fee  the  lonefome  dove 

Bemoan  her  widow'd  Hate, 
Wandering,  fhe  flies  thro'  all  the  grove. 

And  mourns  her  loving  mate. 

J.9  Jufi  fo,  our  tbccghis,  from  clur.|;  to  thing 
In  reillefs  circles  rove  ; 
Juft  fo,  we  droop,  and  hang  the  wing, 
V/hen  Tcfus  hides  his  Icve. 

XLIIL 
M 


J34  HYMNS    AWD  B.  11. 

XLIir.     ChriH^s  Sufgrhgs  and  Glory* 

1  "^T  O  W  for  a  tune  of  lofty  praife 
X^    To  great  Jehovah's  equal  Son    ? 

Awake,  my  voice,  in  heav'nly  lays. 
Tell  loud  the  vyonders  he  hath  done. 

2  Sing,  how  he  left  the  worlds  of  light, 
-And  the  bright  robes  he  wore  above  ; 
How  fwift  and  joyful  was  his  flight 

On  wings  of  everlafting  love  1 

3  Down  to  this  bafe,  this  finful  earth. 
He  came  to  raife  our  nature  high  ; 
He  came  t*  atone  Almighty  wrath— 
Jefus,  the  God,  was  born  to  die. 

{4  Hell,  and  its  lions,  roar'd  around  ; 
His  precious  blood  the  monfters  fpilt  ; 
"While  weighty  forrows  prefs'd  him  down. 
Large  as  the  loads  of  all  our  guilt.] 

5  Deep  in  the  fhades  of  gloomy  death, 
Th'  Almighty  captive  Pris'uer  lay  ; 
Th'  i^lmighty  Captive  left  the  earth. 
And  rofe  to  everlaliing  day. 

6  Lift  up  your  eyes,  ye  fons  of  light. 
Up  to  his  throne  of  iliining  grace  ; 
See  what  itn mortal  glories  fit 
Round  the  fweet  beauties  of  his  face  ! 

7  Among  a  fihoufand  harps  and  tongs, 
JeTus,  the  God,  exalted  reigns  ; 

His  fp.cred  niime  fills  all  their  tongues. 
And  echoes  thro'  the  heav'nly  plains  I 

XLIV.      Bel/  ;  or,  the  Vengeance  o/Co3^ 


■w 


ITH  holy  fear,  and  hunn.'ole  fong. 
The  dreadful  God  our  fouls  adore  ; 

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B.IL     SPIRITUAL     SONGS.       135 

Rev'rence  and  awe  become  the  tongue 
Which  fpeaks  the  terrors  of  his  pow'r. 

2  Far,  in  the  deep,  where  darknefs  dwells. 

The  land  of  horror  and  defpair, 

Juftice  has  built  a  difmal  hell. 

And  laid  her  flores  of  vengeance  there, 

[3  Eternal  plagues,  and  heavy  ckains* 
Tormenting  racks  and  fiery  coals. 
And  darts  t'  inflidl  immorcal  pains, 
Dy'd  in  the  blood  of  damned  fouls. 

^  There  fatan,  the  firft  finner,  lies, 

I  And  roars,,  and  bites  his  iron  bands  ; 

In  vain  the  rebel  ftrives  to  rife, 

Crufh'd  with  the  weight  of  both  thy  hands.] 

il;  There  guilty  ghofls,  of  Adam's  race. 
Shriek  out,  and  howl  beneath  thy  rod  ; 
Once  they  could  fcorn  a  Saviour's  grace, 
M^nd  fo  incens'd  a  dreadful  God. 

5  Tremble,  my  foul,  and  kifs  the  Son—-* 
Sinner,  obey  thy  Saviour's  call ; 
Elfe  your  damnation  haftens  on, 
;  '^nd  hell  gapes  wide  to  wait  your  fall. 

XL  v.— -God's  Condefcenfion  to  cur  WorJhip» 

I'.  '  I  ^  H  Y  favorSj  Lord,  furprize  our  fouls  5 
■'      \.      Will  the  Eternal  dwell  with  us  f 
iVhat  canft  thou  find  beneath  the  poles, 
To  tempt  thy  char'ot  downward  thus  I 

Still  might  he  fill  his  ftarry  throne, 
^nd  pleafe  his  ears  vvith  Gabriel's  fongs  ; 
^Jt  th'  heav'nlv  Majeftv  comes  down, 
Ind  bows  to  hearken  to  our  tongues  ! 

Great  God  1  what  poor  returns  we  pay 
©r  Iqv^  fo  infinite  as  thine  ! 

M  %  V/ords 


1^6  H  Y  ?^  N  S     AND  B.H. 

Words  are  but  air,  and  tongues  but  clay. 
But  thy  compaffion's  all  divine. 

XLVf.   God's  Condefcenfion  to  Human  AJfairs, 

i  T  T  P  to  the  Lord,  who  reigns  on  high, 

\J    And  views  the  nations  from  afar. 
Let  everlalling  praifes  fly, 
AviA  tell  hoiv  \-:^i^Q  his  bounties  are. 

[3  He  who  can  {hake  the  worlds  be  made. 
Or  wiwh  his  word,  or  with  his  rod  ; 
His  goodnefs,  how  amazing  great  ! 
And  what  a  condefcending  Goo  ! 

[3  God,  who  muft  (loop  to  view  the  fkies^ 
And  bow  to  fee  what  angels  do, 
Dowa  to  our  earth  he  calls  his  eyes. 
And  bends  his  footHeps  downward  too.} 

4  He  over-rule?  all  mortal  things, 
And  manages  our  mean  affairs  ; 
On  humble  fouls  the  King  of  Kinds 
Beftows  his  coanciLs  and  his  cares. 

5  Ourforrows,  and  our  tears  W'e  pour 
into  the  boiom  of  our  God  ! 

He  hears  us  in  the  mournful  hour, 
And  helps  to  bear  the  heavy  load. 

6  In  vain  might  lofty  princes  try 
Such  condefcenfion  to  perform  ; 
Por  worms  were  never  rais'd  fo  high 
Above  their  meaneft  fellow- worm. 

7  CH  !  could  our  thankful  heart  devife 
A  tribute  equal  to  thy  grace. 

To  the  third  heav'n  our  fongs  fnould  rife. 
And  teach  the  golden  harps  thy  praife. 

XLVir.    Q  lory  and  grace  in  the  per  fan  f/'Chrift. 
!  1VT  G.  W  to  the  Loida  noble  fong  ! 
X^    Awake,  my  foul  ;  awake,  my  to^'»ue  5 

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B.ir.      SPIRITUAL    SONGS.     133 

Hofanna  to  th'  eternal  name  ! 

And  all  his  boundlefs  love  proclaini, 

2  See,  where  it  (hines  in  Jcfus'  face,  * 

The  brighter  image  of  his  grace  ; 

God,  in  the  perfon  of  his  Son, 

Has  all  his  might'ell  works  out-done, 

•3  The  fpacio us  earth,  and  fpreading  flood. 
Proclaim  the  wife  and  pow'rful  God  ; 
And  thy  rich  glories  from  afar 
Sparkle  in  ev'ry  rolling  ftar. 

4  But,  in  his  looks,  a  glory  iiands. 
The  nobleft  labor  of  thine  hands  ; 
The  pleaiing  luftre  of  his  eyes  ^ 

Qut-lhines  the  wonders  of  the  ikies. 

5,  Grace  !  'tis  a  fweet,  a  charming  theme  5 
My  thoughts  rejoice  at  Jefus*  name  ; 
Ye  angels,  dwell  upon  the  found  ; 
Ye  heavens,  refledl  it  to  the  ground, 

6  Oh,  may  I  live  to  reach  the  place 
Where  he  unveils  his  lovely  face- 
Where  all  his  beauties  you  behold. 
And  fmg  his  name  to  harps  of  gold  !— 

XLVIII.   Lo've  to  the  Crsaturss  is  dangtroui* 

1  Y  T  C  W  vain  are  all  things  here  below  1 
X  i'  How  falfe,  and  yet  how  fair  ! 

Each  pleafure  hath  its  poifon  too. 
And  ev'ry  fweet— a  fnare. 

•2  The  brighteil  things  below  the  ik^ 

Give  bat  a  ilatt'ring  light  ; 
We  fnould  fufped  fome  danger  nigh, 
0  Where  we  pofTef^  delight. 

"^  Our  deareiljoys,   and  neareil  id^^^^) 
The  partners  of  cur  blood. 


Hoft' 


M  3 


13$  HYMNS     AND  B.IL 

Hpw  they  divide  our  vvav'ring  mindsj 
And  leave  but  half  for  God  ! 

4  The  fondnefs  of  a  creature's  love. 
How  ftrong  it  ftrikes  the  fenfe  ! 

Thither  the  warm  afFedtions  move. 
Nor  can  we  call  them  thence. 

5  Dear  Sa^viour  let  thy  beauties  be 
My  foul's  eternal  food  ; 

-And  grace  command  my  heart  away 
From  all  created  good. 

XL IX.  Mofes  ifyifig  in  the  Embraces  ofGon, 

1  T~^EATH  cannot  make  our  fouls  afraid, 
\  J  If  God  be  with  us  there  ; 

We  may  walk  through  the  darkeft  (hade. 
And  never  yield  to  fear. 

2  I  could  renounce  my  All  below. 
If  my  Creator  bid  ; 

And  run,  if  I  were  call'd  to  go. 
And  die,  as  Mofes  did. 

3  Might  I  but  climb  to  Pifgah's  top. 
And  view  the  promis'd  land. 

My  flefh  itfelf  Iheuld  long  to  drop. 
And  pray  for  the  command. 

4  GlafpM  in  my  heav'nly  Father's  arms, 

I  would  forget  my  breath  ;  * 

And  lofe  my  life  among  the  charms 
Of  fo  divine  a  death. 

L. — Comforts f  under  Sorroivs,  and  Pains, 

1  'V^  C>W  let  the  Lord,  my  Saviour,  fmile, 

X%|    And  ihew  my  name  upon  his  heart ; 
I  would  forget  my  pains  awhile. 
And  in  the  pleiifure,  loofe  the  fmart. 

2  But 


I  J!.  II.     SPIRITUAL     SONGS.       139 

2  But  Oh  !  it  fwails  my  forrows  high. 
To  lee  my  bleffed  jeius  frown  ; 
My  fpirits  nnk,  my  comforts  die. 
And  all  the  fprings  of  life  are  down. 

[3  Yet,  why  I  my  foul,  why  theie  complaints  ? 
Svill,  while  he  frowns,  his  bowels  move  ; 
Stil!,  00  his  heart,  he  bears  his  faints. 
And  feels  his  forrows,  and  his  love. 

4  My  name  is  printed  on  his  breaft  ; 
His  book  of  life  contains  my  name  ; 
I'd  rather  have  it  there  impreh'd. 
Than  in  the  bright  records  of  fame. 

5  When  the  iafl  ''.:c  burns  al!  things  here^ 
Thole  letters  fhaii  iecarely  iland  ; 

And,  in  the  Lamb's  fair  book  appear. 
Writ  by  th'  eternal  Father's  hand. 

6  Now  let  my  minute's  fmoothly  ran, 
Whilft  here  I  wait  my  Father's  will ; 
My  rifiag  and  my  fetting  fun 

Roll  gently  op  and  down  the  hill, 

T  —LI, — iGod  t^e  Son  equal  <vuith  the  Father. "-^^ 

1T3RIGHT  King  of  Glory,  dreadful  God  I 
.    Xj  Our  fpirits  bow  before  thy  feat  : 
To  thee  we  life  an  humble  thought. 
And  worQiip  at  thine  awful  feet. 

[2  Thy  pow'r  hath  form'd,  thy  wifdora  fways 
All  nature,  with  a  fov'reign  word  ; 
And  the  bright  world  of  ftars  obeys 
The  will  of  their  fuper'or  Lord.] 

[3  Mercy  and  truth  unite  in  one. 

And,  fmiling,  lit  at  thy  right  hand  : 

Eternal  juftice  guard?  thy  throne. 

And  ven^geance  waits  thy  dread  command.} 

4  A 


!40  HYMNS    AND  B.  ir. 

4  A  thoufand  feraphs,  ftrong  and  bright. 
Stand  round  theglor'ous  Deity  ; 

But,  who,  among  the  fons  of  light. 
Pretends  conapariCon  with  thee  ? 

5  Yet  there  is  one,  of  human  frame, 
Jefus,  array'd,  in  flefh  and  blood. 
Thinks  it  no  robbery  to  claim 

A  full  equality  with  God. 

6  Their  glory  fhines  with  equal  beams  j 
Their  eiTence  is  forever  one  ; 

Though  they  are  known  by  diiFrent  names. 
The  Father  God,  and  God  the  Son. 

7  Then  let  the  name  of  Chrift,  our  King, 
With  equal  honors  be  ador'd  ; 

His  praife,  let  ev'ry  angel  fing— 
And  all  the  nations  own  their  Lord. 

— LII.    Dtath  dreadful^  or  delightful,  > 

1  T^  E  A  T  H  !   'tis  a  melancholy  day 
xJ  To  thofe  who  have  bo  God, 

When  the  poor  foul  is  foic'd  away 
To  feek  her  laft  abode. 

2  In  vain  to  hrav'^n  (he  lifts  her  eyes  ; 
For  gailt,  a  heavy  chain. 

Still  drags  her  downward  from  the  Ikies, 
To  darknefs,  fire  and  pain. 

3  Awake,  and  mourn,  ye  heirs  of  hell — 
Let  ftubborn  finners  fear  ; 

You  mufl  be  driv'n  from  earth,  and  dwell 
A  long  FOR  EVER  there  * 

4  See  how  the  pit  gapes  wide  for  )ou. 
And  flafhes  in  ycur  face  ; 

And  tho.i,  my  foul,  look  downwards  too, 
And  fing  recovering  grace. 


B.IL      SPIRITUAL     SONGS.      14^1 

5  He  Is  a  God  of  fov'reign  love. 
Who  promis'd  heav'n  to  me. 

And  taught  my  thoughts  to  Coa-r  above. 
Where  happy  fpirits  be. 

6  Prepare  me.  Lord,  for  thy  right  hand. 
Then  come  the  joyful  day  ; 

Come  death,  and  feme  cseleL'.al  band. 
To  bear  my  foul  away. 

LIII.   Saints^  Pilgrimage  ^  or.  Earth  ^<^  He a'ven, 

CRD!  what  a  wretched  land  is  this 
Which  yieids  us  no  fapply  ; 
No  cheering  fruits,  no  whole fome  trees. 
No  fire  am  s  or  living  joy  ! 

z  But  pricking  thorns  thro'  all  the  ground. 

And  mortal  poii'ons  grow  ; 
And,  all  the  rivers  which  are  found, 

vV"ith  dang'rous  waters  ^iO'f-J. 

3  Yet  the  iz2Lr  path  to  thine  abode 
Lies  through  this  horr-'d  land  : 

Lord  !   we  would  keep  the  heav'nly  road. 
And  run  at  thy  command. 

4  Our  fouls  flial!  tread  the  defart  through 
With  oadi verted  feet  ; 

And   faith  and  fiaming  zeal  fubdue 
The  terrors  which  we  meet. 

[5   A  thoufand  favage  beads  of  prey 

Around  the  foreft  roam  :  ' 

But  Judah's  Lion  guards  the  way. 
And  guides  the  ftrangers  home.] 

[6  Long  nights  and  darhnefs  dwell  below 

With    fcarce  a  twinkling  ray  ; 
But  the  bright  world  to  which  they  go^ 

Is  everlailing  day.] 

7  Sy 


142  HYMNS     AN©  B.IL 

7  By  glimmVing  hopes,  and  gloomy  fears. 

We  trace  the  facred  road  ; 
Through  difmal  deeps,  and  dangerous  fnares* 

We  make  our  way  to  Go». 

S  Our  journey  is  a  thorny  maze, 

Bu:  we  march  upward  Hill  } 
Forget  thele  troubles  of  the  ways. 

And  reach  at  ZIon's  hill. 

[9  See  the  kind  angels,  at  the  gates. 

Inviting  us  to  come  ! 
There  Jefus,  the  forerunner  waits 

To  welcome  trav'lers  home  !] 

10  There,  on  a  green  and  flow'ry  mount. 
Our  weary  fouls  Oiall  fit, 

And,  with  tranfporting  joys,  recount 
The  labours  of  our  feet. 

11  Nq  vain  difcoorfe  (hall  fill  our  tongues. 
Nor  trifles  vex  our  ear  ; 

Infinite  grace  fhall  fill  our  foog. 
And  Gob  delight  to  hear. 

12  Eternal  glories  to  the  King 
Who  brought  us  fafely  through  ; 

Our  tongues  fhall  never  ceafe  to  fing. 
And  endler"!  praife  renew. 

LIV. — God's  Prefence  is  Light  in  Darkne/s, 

1  T^/ry  God,  the  fpring  of  all  «y  joys, 
IVi  The  l.fe  of  my  delights. 

The  glory  of  my  brightell  days. 
And  comfort  of  my  nights  ! 

2  In  darkeft  (hades,  if  he  appear. 
My  dawning  is  begun  ! 

He  is  mv  foul's  fweet  Morning  Stajr, 
And  he — my  rifing  Sun. 

3  The 


JJ.IL      SPIRITUAL     SONGS.      141 

3  The  op'ning  heav'ns  around  me  iliine 

With  beams  or  facred  blifs. 

While  Jefus  fhews  his  heart  is  mine, 

And  whifpers — /  am  his* 

*  ^  -"-^ 

-4  My  feul  would  leave  this  heavy  clay 

ht  that  tranfporting  word  ; 
Run  up  with  joy  the  (hining  way 

T'  embrace  my  dcareft  Lord. 

5  Fearlefs  of  hell,  and  ghaftly  death, 

I'd  break  through  ev'ry  foe  ; 
The  wings  of  love,  and  arms  of  faith. 

Should  biear  me  coaqu'ror  through. 

LV.    Frail  Life.^  and facceeding  Eternitj^ 

I  ^  I  ^  H  E  E ,  we  adore,  eternal  name— =• 

X      And  humbly  own  to  Thee, 
How  feeble  is  our  mortal  frame  ; 
What  dying  worms  are  we  ! 

[2  Oar  wafting  lives  grow  ihorter  ftill* 

As  moaths  and  days  increafe  ; 
And  ev'ry  beating  palfe  we  tell. 

Leaves  but  the  m'.mbe-r  lefs, 

3  The  year  roll^.  rctindj  and  fteals  away 
The  breath  which  firfi  it  gave  ; 

Whatever  we  do.  where'er  we  be. 
We're  trav'Hi^g  to  ths  grave.] 

4  Djingers  .^and  thick  thro'  sU  the  graunda 
To  pufh  U3  to  the  toro.b  ; 

And  fierce  difeafes  wait  around. 
To  hurry  mortals  home, 

5  Good  God  I  on  what  a  {lender  thread 
Hang  everlafling  things  i 

Th'  eternal  ftates  of  all  the  dead 
Upon  life's  feeble  linngSo 

6  Infinite 


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■6  Infinite  joy,  or  endlefs  woe. 

Attends  on  ev'ry  breath  ; 
And  yet  how  unconcern'd  we  go 

Upon  the  brink  oi  death  ! 

7  Waken,  O  Lord,  our  drovvfy  fenfe 

To  run  this  dang'rous  read  ; 
And,  if  our  fouls  are  hurryM  hence. 

May  they  be  found  with  God. 

LVl. Vain  Pro/per iiy.^---^ 

1  "l^T  O  !   I  fhal!  envy  them  no  more 
j/%1    Who  grow  proTanely  great, 

Tho'  they  increafe  their  go'den  ftore. 
And  rife  to  wond'rous  height. 

2  They  tafte  of  all  the  joys  which  grow 
UpoT>  this  earthly  clod  ! 

WeP— they  m  y  fearch  the  creature  thro% 
For  they  h?ve  ne'ra  God. 

3  Shake  eft  thp  thoughts  of  dying  too. 
And  think  your  life  your  own  ; 

B(3t  death  comes  haft'ningcn  to  you. 
To  mow  your  glory  down. 

4  Ye?— you  muft  bow  your  P.a^ely  head  ; 
Awav  vour  fpirit  flies  ; 

And  no  kind  angel  rear  your  bed. 
To  bear  it  to  the  (kies. 

5  Go  now.  z^6  boaft  of  sll  yonr  flcres — 
And  fel'  how  bright  they  (liine  ; 

Your  heaps  of  glirtVing  duft  are  yoar's. 

And  my  Ped?emer's  mine  ! 
LVri.     The  Phajure  of  a  good  Coyxjcience, 
if     O  P  D,  how  fecnre  and  Mef^  are  they 

\    ■  Who  feel  thejovs  c*^pardor*d  fin, 
S^-^uld  f^r-rrn?  of  wrath  0;ake  e^rth  flnd  Tea, 
Their  minds  have  heav'n  and  peace  within. 


l.IL.       SPIRITUAL     SONGS.      145 

3  The  day  glides  fweetly  e'er  their  heads. 
Made  up  of  innocence  and  love  ; 

And,  foft  and  filenc  2s  the  fhades. 
Their  nig'nly  minutes  gently  move. 

[3   Qjick  as  their  tho'ts  their  joys  come  on. 
But  fl)  not  halt  (o  faft  away  ; 
Their  focils  are  ever  bright  2S  nooHa 
And  calm  as  fummer-ev'oings  be. 

4  How  oft  they  look  to  th*  hcav'nly  hillsj 
Where  groves  of  living  pleafare  grow  I 
And  longing  hopes,  and  v;hearful  fmiles 
Sit  undiflurb'd  upon  their  bro.v.] 

15  They  fcoro  to  feek  our  golden  toys  : 
;But  fpend  the  day,  and  (hare  the  night 
[n  numb'ring  o'er  the  richer  joys 
Which  heav'n  prepares  for  their  delight, 

>  While  wretched  we,  like  worms  and  moles^ 

Lie  grov'ling  in  the  d-Al  below  ; 
Almigbtv  grace,   renew  our  fouls, 
\r\d  we'll  afpire  to  giory  too. 

1.VIII.     ShortJie/s  of  Life,  and  goodnefs  of  G^^^ 

TIME!   What  an  empty  vapour  'tis  i 
Ani  days  how  fwifc  they  ars  \ 
>wift  as  an  Indian  arrow  fiies, 
-  Or  like  a  (hooting  ftar. 

z  The  prefent  moments  ja(l  appear, 
,  Then  (lide  av^ay  in  halle  ; 
^hat  we  can  never  (^iy-^ they'' re  here  ; 
But  only  iay— r>6^V(?  pafi  ■ — 

3  0"jr  life  is  ever  on  the  wing. 

And  death  is  ever  nigh  5 

he  moment  when  cur  lives  begtaj, 

We  all  begin  to  die.] 

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4  Yet,  migaty  God  !  our  fleeting  days 

Thy  lalUng  favors  ft*are  ; 
.Yet,  with  the  bounties  or  thy  grace, 

Thoa  load'ft  the  rolling  year, 
r  'Tis  fov'reiga  mercy  finds  us  food. 

And  we  are  cloath'd  with  !ove  : 
While  grace  tlands  pointing  oct  the  road, 

V/hich  leads  our  louls  above. 

6  His  goodnefs  runs  an  endlsfs  round- 
All  glory  to  the  Lord  : 

His  mercy  never  knows  a  bouna— 
And  be  his  nair.e  ador'd. 

7  Thus  we  begin  the  lading  fong  | 
And  when  we  cWe  our  eyes 

Let  age5  down  thy  praife  prolong, 
'Till  time  and  nature  dies. 

LIX.- — ^Paradi/e  on  Earth. = 

I  /^LORY  to  GcD,   who  «alks  the  fky, 

\J   And  fends  his  blcffings  tiuough— 
IVho  tei.s  his  faints  of  joys  on  high— 

And  gives  a  tafle  below. 
[2  Glorv  to  God,  who  (loops  his  throne. 

That  'Juii  and  worms  may  iee't, 
And  brings  a  glvmpie  of  glory  dowa 
Around  his  facred  feet. 

3  When  Chrift,  with  all  hi'  gr?.ces  cro%vn^d, 
Sheds  \iu  kind  be::ms  abroad, 

*Tis    s  your.g  heav'n  on  earthly  ground. 
And  glory  in  the  bud. 

4  A  blooiiiing  pavadireofjoy 

^        In  this  wild  viefart  fprings  ; 
And  cv'ry  fenfe,  I  tlrait  employ 
On  fweet  cxlellial  things. 


5  ^i 


^.11.      SPIRITUAL     SONGS.      147 

r  Vv'^hite  lilies  all  around  appear. 

And  each  his  glory  fnovvs  1 
The  Rofscf  Sharon  blo/TDms  here. 

The  faireft  iiovv'r  which  blows. 

6  Chearful  I  feail  on  beav'nly  fruit. 
And  drink  the  pleafures  down  ; 

Pleafcrss  which  flow  hard  by  the  hot 
Of  the  eternal  throne  I] 

7  Bat,  ah  !  how  ^on  my  joys  decsy-«i 
How  roon  ir.y  tins  arire— 

And  {nztch  th'  heav'nly  {cene  away 

From  thsle  lamtnung  eyes  I 
$  When  fnali  the  'dm?,  dear  Jefus,  when 

The  fhining  day  appear. 
That  I  ihali  lesve  thofe  clouds  of  nn. 

And  guilt  and  darknifo  hei^  ? 

^  Up  to  the  £slds,  above  the  ikiss. 

My  hafiy  feet  wonld  go- 
There  everlaiiiag  fiow'rs  arife. 

And  joys  unwiih'ring  grow, 

LX.    T/je  Truth  .?/God  the  Promi/er. 

I  YJ  RAISE,  everlafling  praife  be  paid 

J]^    To  Him  who  earth's  foandation  laid  r 
Praife  to  rhe  God  vvhcfe  i%ong  decrees. 
Sway  the  creation  as  he  pleafe. 

2-  Praife  to  the  gocdnef^  of  the  Lord, 
Who  rules  his  people  by  his  word  ; 
And  there,  as  ftrong  as  his  decrees. 
He  fets  his  kindeil  promifea. 

f.3   Firni  are  the  words  his  prophets  give- 
Sweet  words,  on  which  his  children  live  5 
Each  of  ihem  is  the  voice  of  God, 
"Who  fpake,  and  fpread  the  ikies  abroad. 

4  Each 


148  HYMNS     AKV  Bill 

4  Each  of  them  pow'rful  as  that  found 
Which  bid  the  new-made  heav'ns  go  round  ; 
And  ftronger  thaa  the  fofid  po  es 

On  which  the  wheel  of  nature  rolls.] 

5  Whence  then  fhould  doubts  and  fears  arifep 
Why  trick'ling  forrows  drown  our  eyes  ?  , 
Slowly,  alas  !  our  mind  receives 

The  comforts  which  our  Maker  gives. 

6  O,  for  a  ftrong,  a  lading  faith. 
To  credit  what  th'  Almighty  faith  ! 
T'  embrace  the  mefTage  or  his  Son, 
And  call  the  joys  of  heav*n  out  own. 

7  Then,  (hould  the  earth's  old  pillars  ihake^ 
And  all  the  wheels  of  nature  break  ; 

Our  fteady  fouls  (houid  fear  no  more 
Than  folid  rocks  when  billows  roar. 

$  Our  everlafling  hopes  arlfe 
Above  the  ruinable  fkies  ; 
Where  the  eternal  Builder  reigns. 
And  his  own  courts  his  pow'r  fuflainsi 

LX  r.     J  Thought  of  Death  and  Glory. 

1  "Jt  yT  y  foul,  come,  meditate  the  day, 
1 VX   And  think  how  near  it  (lands. 

When  thou  muft  quit  this  houfe  of  clay. 
And  fly  to  unknown  lands. 

[2  And  youj  mine  eyes,  look  down  and  view 

The  hollow,  gaping  tomb  ; 
This  gloomy  prifon  waits  for  you. 

Whene'er  the  fummons  come. 

3  Oh  !  could  we  die  with  thofe  vv^-o  dle^ 

And  place  us  in  their  fcead  ; 
Then  would  oar  fpirits  learn  to  fly, 

And  converle  with  the  dead. 


B.  IL     Sx^IRITUAL    SONGS.       149 

\^  Then  fliould  we  fee  the  faints  above 

In  their  owa  glor'ous  forms. 
And  vvoader  why  oar  fouis  Ihould  love 
To  dtveli  with  mortal  worms  : 

5  How  we  ihould  fcorn  thefe  cloaths  of  flefh, 

Thefe  ferters,  and  this  lead  ; 
And  long  for  sv'njng  to  Uiidrefs, 

That  we  may  reit  with  God, 
'  6  We  fhonid  almoil  forsake  oar  clay 

r  '      "  .  come  ; 

A^'  -  our  fouls  away 

To  iheir  eitriaal  hocne, 

LXII.     God    the  Thunderer  ^— —Or,  The  lafi 

Judgmgnt  and  Hell* 
I  Q  1  NG  to  the  Lord,  ye  heav'rJy  hofts, 

,v3    -^nd  thoa.  O  earth,   adore  : 
Le*-  aeanh  and  heil,  thro'  all  their  coaUs, 

Stand  trembling  at  his  po'v^'r. 
:2  His  luanding  char'ct  fnukes  ti\^  5^y, 


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150  HYMNS     Alia  1 

But  he  Ihall  dread  the  Thund'rer  now,. 
And  fink  beneath  his  word. 

Tettipefts  of  angry  fire  fnaii  roil 
To  blaft  the  rebel  worm  ; 
And  beat  upon  his  naked  foul 
In  Qne  eternal  ftorm. 

LXIII.     J  Funeral  Thought. 

1  T  T  ARK!  from  the  tombs,  a  doleful  foundT 
XX  My  ears  attend  the  cry — 

**  Ye  living  men,  come  view  the  ground 
*'  Where  you  mull  fhortly  lie, 

2  "  Princes,  this  clay  muft  be  your  bed, 
*'  In  fpite  of  all  your  tow'rs  ; 

**  The  tall,  the  wife,  the  rev*read  head 
*•  Mull  lie  as  low  as  our's. 

3  Great  God,  is  this  our  certain  doom  ? 
And  are  we  ftill  fecure  ! 

Still  walking  downwards  to  our  tomb. 
And  yet  prepare  no  more  ! 

4  Grant  us  the  pow'rs  of  quick'hing  gracCi 
To  fit  our  fouls  to  fly  ; 

Then,  when  we  drop  this  dying ftcfh. 
We'll  rife  above  the  iky. 

LXIV.     God  the  Glory  and  Defence  o/Zion, 

1  TJ  A  P  P  Y  the  church,  thou  facrcd  place, 
Jfj    The  feat  of  thy  Creaior'a  grace  j 

Thine  holy  courts  are  his  abode  ; 
Thou  earthly  palace  of  our  God. 

2  Thy  walls  are  ftiength,  and  at  thy  gates 
A  guard  of  heav'rly  warriors  waits  ; 

Nor  (hall  thy  deep  foandations  move, 
Pix'd  on  his  counfeis,  and  his  love. 

3  Thy  foes  in  vain  defigns  engage  ; 
Againll  his  chrgne  in  vain  they  rage  ;. 

Like> 


B.IL      SPIRITUAL     SONGS.      151 

Like  rifing  waves  with  angry  roar. 
Which  daih,  and  die  upon  the  ihore* 

4  Then  let  car  foals  in  Zion  dwell. 
Nor  fear  the  wrath  of  Rome  or  hell  ; 
His  arms  cmbrice  this  happy  gtound. 
Like  brazan  bulwarks  built  around. 

5  God  is  our  (hield,  and  God  our  fun  ; 
iSwift  as  fhe  fleeting  momenis  run. 

On  us  he  ilisds  new  beams  of  grace. 
And  we  reSed  his  brighteil  praife. 

LXV.    T^e  Mope  of  HeaiHTi   our  fupport  uni^t* 
Trials  on  Earth. 

I  TX  7  H  E  N  I  can  read  my  tide  dea?, 
yV    To  marifjoas  in  the  Mes, 

1  bid  farewell  to  ev'ry  fear. 
And  wipe  my  weeping  eyes, 

2  Should  eart^-againft  my  foul  engage, 
And.hellifh  darts  be  hurl'd. 

Then  i  can  fmile  at  Satan's  rage. 
And  face  a  frowning  world. 

3  Let  cares,  like  a  wild  deluge,  come. 
And  ftorms  of  for  row  fall  ; 

M^y  I  but  {Jafely  reach  my  home. 
My  God,  my  heav'n,  my  all. 

4  There  ihall  I  bathe  my  weaiy  foul 
In  feas  of  heav'oiy  reft  ; 

And  not  a  wave  of  trouble  roll 
Acrofs  my  peaceful  bread. 

LX VI.  A  Profp  ed  of  Hea^jen  makes  Death  eajy» . 

%  -^Tp*  HERE  is  a  land  of  pure  delight, 

i       Where  iaints  immortal  reign  -, 
Infinite  day  exclaaes  the  night. 
And  pieafurei  baaiih  pain, 

I  The«j. 


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2  There  e^erlaillrg  fin  abides. 

And  never  with'ring  flow'rs  : 
Death,  like  a  narrow  iea,  divides 

This  heav'nlj  hvid  from  ours. 

[3   Sweet  fields,  beyond  the  fvvelling  fiocd. 

Stand  drelt  in  jivivsg  ereea  : 
So,  to  the  Jevvs,  old  Cuaaan  Hood, 

Whjfe  Jordan  roll'd  between. 

4  But  tim'rous  mortals  ftart  and  ill  rink. 
To  crofs  this  narrovv  Tea, 

And  linger,  fhiv'ring  on  the  brink. 
Thro'  fear  to  launch  away. 

5  Oh  !  could  we  make  our  doubts  remove, 
Tiiefe  gloomy  do.ibts  that  rife — 

And  fee  the  Canaan  which  we  love. 
With  unbeclouded  ^eyes. 

6  Could  we  but  climb  where  Mofes  Hood, 
And  view  the  landfkip  o'er  ; 

Not  Jordan's  ftrearns,  nor  de"th*s  cold  fiood. 
Should  fright  us  from  the  ihore. 

LXVIT.      God's  Eiemal  Doniinkn. 

^  f^^  \^  '^  '^  ^^^  •    "°^  infinite  art  thou  t 

\J   What  worthie.'s  worms  are  \?e  i 
Let  the-,  who!.;  race  of  creatures  bow. 

And  pay  their  praiie  to  Thee. 
2  Thy  throne  eternal  ages  flood. 

E'er  feas  orirars  were  made  ; 
Tt-'on  art  the  evtr-iiving  God, 

Were  all  the  nations  dead. 

^.   Nt;;ure  and  time   q  ;ite  naked  lie 

To  thine  immerfe  farvey, 
Frofii  the  formation  of  the  fky. 

To  tlie  ^reat  burning  day.'  ' 

4  Eteralty, 


S.ir.      SPIRITUAL     SONGS, 

Ia  Eternity,  with  all  its  years, 
I  Stands  prefect  in  thy  view  ; 
ITo  Thee,  there's  nothing  old  appears— 
Great  God  1  there's  nothing  nei 


rW. 


5  Our  lives  thro'  vair'cui!^  fces-ies  are  dravvn^ 

And  vex'd  with  trifiiag  cares  ; 
-While  thine  eternal  :ht>ught  moves  on 
Thine  undiftiirb'd  affairs. 

6  Great  God  I  how  infinite  art  Thou  ! 
What  worthlefs  worms  are  v^Q  1 

Let  the  whole  race  of  crs^tares  bow. 
And  pay  their  praife  to  Thee. 

LXVUL—The  humhle  Worjhip  of  Heaven* 

iT^  A  T  H  E  R,  I  long,  I  faiot  to  fee 

£^    The  place  of  thine  abode  1^ 
I'd  leave  thy  earthly  courts,  and  flee 

Up  to  thy  feat,  my  God  ! 

2  Here  I  behold  thy  diftant  face,,- 
And  'tis  a  pleaiing  fight  ; 

But  to  abide  in  thine  embrace, 
]s  Infinite  delight  ! 

3  rd  part  %7ith  all  the  joys  cf  fenfe. 
To  gaze  upon  thy  throne  ; 

Pleafure  fprings  fre&  for  ever   thence, 

Unfpeakable,  unknown. 
[4  Thsre  all  the  heav'niy  boas  are  feen^ 

In  (hining^  ranks  they  move  ^  ^ 

And  drink  imniortal  vigor  in 
j         With  wonder,  and  with  love. 
I     5  Then,  at  thy  h&U  with  awful  fear, 
I  Th'  adoring  armies  fall  I 

i     With  joy  they  ihrink  to   nothing  there^ 

iJefare  th'  eteraal  ALL* 
!/  .6  Thsrg 


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6  There  I  would  vie  wii!-!  all  the  hofi: 
In  duty,  and  in  blifs  ; 

V/hile  A/j;  i/ja^  nothing  i  could  boall, 

*   A  tid  vanity  Q.Q\hh,  *    jy^.  xL  17, 

7  The  inore  thy  glories  flrike  mine  eyes. 
The  humbler  ;  )h?X)  U-^  ; 

Thus,  while  I/iuk,  rcy jc.y=:'ia!l  rifs 
Unmea'urabiy  hi^.h. 

LXIX.  rhcTaithrL:fs  cfGo^inthePromi/A 

1  yj  EGINs  my  tongue,  (bme  heav'nly  theme^. 
J3  -^^-"^  ipeak  fom*  boundiefs  thing  ; 

Th?  nrlghty  works,  or  :night'er  natis 
Of  cur  eternal  II:. ;g. 

2  Tell  of  his  woud  roa?  faith fulnefs,- 
And  found  bis  novv'rr.jroad  ; 

-Siag  the.fweet  promife  or' his  grace. 
And  the  perfoi^iulig  God. 

3  Proclaim  falvation,  from  the  Lord^ 
For  wretched  dying  men  ; 

His  hand  has  writ  the  facred  word 
With  an  Imciort:!  pen, 

4  Enj^rav'd,  as  in  eter^ial  biafs. 
The  n^".glit>  promife  ftines  ; 

Nor  can  the  pow'rs  ofdarlcnefs  rafe 
Thofe  everlafting  lines» 

[5   Me,  who  can  dafli  Ni'hole  worlds  to  death, 

A*nd  make  them  when  he  pleafe  ; 
But  rpeaks — and  that  Almighty  breath 

Fuiiils  his  great  deci-ees. 
£>  His  very  word  of  grace  ib  ilrong 

As  th.it  H'hich  built  the  fkies  ; 
The  voice,  which  rolls  rhe  liars  along, 

Sgeaks  all  ihe  promifes. 

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B.IT.      SPIRITUAL     SONGS.       15^ 

^  He  faid — Let  the  ^}idc  ^ea-v^n  he  /pread  ^ 

And  heav'n  was  u-etch'd  abroad  ; 
Abratn — /'//  be  thy  Gcd— he  faid — 

And  h  s  was  A  bra  'm ' '  God. 

%  Oh,  m'ghi  I  hea'-  t!iy  h-ai/'nly  tongue 

But  whiTper — ;r,m:  art  niae    ■ 
Thofc:  gende  words  .'lionld  rsiTe  my  fong 

To  notes  almrdl  divine. 

p  How  ^'ould  my  leaping  heart  rejoice^ 

And 'think  HiV   heav'n  fe  rare  !. 
I'd  trull  the  aU-creating  voice. 

And  taich  de fires   no  more.] 

LXX.    God's  Domiuion  over  the  Sea,    pj".  cvij„ 

i  /^  O  D  of  the  (&A^,  thv  ihund'rin-  wice 
\^'   Makes  all  rh?  ro-rin<?  waives  rejoice  I 
And  one  (bft  uord  of  thy  ccnmand. 
Can  fink  thcrri,  fient,  ii.  -^-i  ic.nQ.. 
2   If  but  a    ivxoies  ^^'^ve  thy    rod. 
'f'he  fea  divide'.,   3n^  ov^n^  'i"  God  : 
The  ftormy  f:  -ods  their  Maker  knew. 
And  led  his  chofen  armies  thrciigb-. 

%   The  fcaly  ilocks,  amidtl:  ihe  Tea, 
To  thee,  their  Lord,  n  f  "bu  ?  p~y  ; 
The  roeansfi  fith,  wliich  f  viirs  •!:.:  r.:  cC.^ 
Leaps  up,  and  means  a  pia^lc  t.:  Ccj. 

[^.  The  larger  rr,  Oi-'rers  of  the  deePj 
On  thy   commands  J'tren-'J  -ncc  keep  1 
By  thy  permimoii,  fpc-t  a -id  pi  ay. 
And  cleave  along  their  foaming  way. 

5  P'GcD  his  voice  of  rempeR  rears. 
Leviathan  lies  flliJ,  and  fears  ; 
Anon  he  lifts  his  nollriis  hjgh. 
And  fpouts  the  ocean  to  the  Ikv.] 

6  Ko'vV 


.156  H  Y  M  N  S     aj:d  Boll 

6  How  is  thy  glor'oas  pow'r  adqrM 
Amtdil  iheie  wafry  nations,  Lord  1 
Yvi  chi  bold  men  who  trace  the  feas.. 
Bold  men  rcta.'e  iheir  Maker's  praile. 

[7  Wnat  icenes  of  miracles  chey  fee. 

And  never  lune  a  fjng  to  thee  ! 

V/nile  oi)  the  flood  chc-y  fafeiy  ride. 

They  cirrfe  the  hand  which  fmooihs  the  tidCo 

8   Anon  they  plunge  in  watry  graves. 

And  fomc  drl-iik  death  among  the  waves  : 

Yet  the  furviving  crew  blalpheme. 

Nor  own  the  God   who  refcu'd  them.] 

g   Oh  1    ^or  fome   ilgnal  of  ihy  hand  ! 
Sh-ke  all  the  leas,  Lord,  fnake  the  land  ; 
Great  j<idge  defcend  !   left  men  deny 
That  there's  a  Gou  who  rules  the  fky. 

LXXL  Fraife  to  G oa  from  all  Creatures. 

1  '*T^  H  E  glorias  of  hiy  Maker,  God, 

J^      My  joyful  voice  ihall  fing. 
And  c?\n  the  nations  to  adore 
Their  Former,  and  their  King. 

2  'Twas  his  right  hand  which  (hap'd  our  clays 
A-?d  wrought  this  human  frame  ; 

But  from  his  own  immed'ato  breath 
Our  nobler  Tpirita  came. 

3  We  bring  our  mortal  pow'rs  to  God, 
And  worship  with  our  tonirues  ; 

Vv^e  claim  Tome  kindred  with  the  fkies. 
And  join  th'  angelic  fongs. 

4  Let  grov'ling  beads,  of  ev'ry  fiiape. 
And  fowls^of  ev'ry  wing. 

And  rocks^-lfrid  trees,  and  fires,  and  Teas. 
Their^vkr'ous  tribute  bring. 


Ye 


LIL.     SPIRITUAL     SONGS.     157 

-  Ye  planets,  to  his  hopor  fhine  ; 

And  wheels  of  nature,  roll  ; 
Praife  him  in  yoar  unv^earied  courfe 

Around  the  fleadypole. 

)  The  brightnefs  of  our  Maker's  name 

The  wide  creation  fJls, 
And  his  unbounded  grandeur  flies 

Beyond  the  heav'niy  hills. 

.XXII.  ne  Lord's  Day  :  Or,  Th  Refuvreai6n 
of  Chrift.^ 

TJLSST  morning,  whofe  young  dawning  rave 
O  Beheld  our  rifing  God  ; 
Vhich  faw  him  triumph  o'er  the  dufl. 
And  leave  his  lad  abode  i 

In  the  cold  prifon  of  a  tomb 
The  dead  Redeemer  lay  ; 
Till  the  revolving  feies  had  brought 
The  third,  th'  appointed  day. 

Hell,  and  the  grave,  unite  their  force 
To  hold  our  God  in  vain  ; 
^he  keeping  Conqueror  arofe. 
And  burft  their  feeble  chain. 

To  thy  great  name,  almighty  Lord, 
Thefe  facred  hours  we  pay  ; 
^'•j^Joud  Kcfanna's  fhall  proclaim 
The  triumph  ofthe  day. 

5  Salvation  and  immortal  praife 

To  our  vidor'ous  King  ; 
^et^heav'n,  and  earth,  and  rocks,  and  feas. 

With  glad  hofannas  ring.] 

LXXIII.     Doubts  fcattsred,*^ 

HENCE,  from  my  foul,  fad  thot's,  be  gone. 
And  Isave  me  10  my  joys  5 

My 
O  ^ 


ij8  K  Y  MN  S     AND  B.Jr. 

My  tongue  {hall  triumph  in  my  God, 
And  make  a  jovful  noife. 

2  Darknefs  and  doubts  had  veil'd  my  mind. 
And  dro^vn'd  my  head  in  tears  ; 

'Till  fov'reign  grace,  with  fhining  rays, 
DiTpeU'd  my  gloomy  fears. 

3  Oh  !   what  immortal  joys  I  felt. 
And  raptures,  all  divine- 
When  Jefus  told  me — /  w^j  hiSf 

And  my  Beloved  mine  ! 

I.  In  vain  the  tempter  frights  my  foul. 

And  breaks  my  peace,  in  vain  ; 
One  glympfe,  dear  Saviour,  of  thy  face. 

Revives  my  joys  again, 

— LXXIV.     AC^?nplaint  of  Ingratitude, — 

S  this  the  kind  rc'turn. 
And  thefe  the  thanks  we  owe  ? 
Thus  to  abuCe  eternal  love. 

Whence  all  our  bleiiings  flow  ! 

2  To  what  a  frjbborn  frame 
Kas  fm  reduc'd  our  mind  ! 
Vv'hat  ftrange,  rebell'ous  wretches  we^ 
And  God — as  frrangely  kind  \ 

[3  On  us,  he  bids  the  fun 
Shed  his  reviving  rays  ; 
Por  us,  the  ficies  their  circles  run. 
To  lengthen  out  our  days. 

4  7  he  brutes  cbdy  their  God, 
And  bow  their  necks  to  men  .: 

But  we.  more  bafe,  more  brucifh  thii)gfj 
Rejed  his  eafy  reign.] 

5  Turn,  turn  us;  mighty  God, 
^-Ana  mould  our  louls  afrefti  j 

Ere: 


n,      SPIItlTUAL     SONGS.      159- 

u:  !-.    '  ■  '^f-^gn  grace,  tbe^?  hearts  cf  flonea 
;     r  us  hearts  of  flifh. 

6  L^'    0 'i  ingratirude 

Provoke  our  weeping  eyes  ;' 
ind  Lourly,  as  new  mercies  fall. 
Let  houily  thanks  arife. 

LXXV,     the  heatific  fight  ^/Chriil. 

t'|7ROM  Thee,  my  God,   my  joys  Ihall  riiVy  . 
\^     And  run  eternal  rounds  ; 
5eyond  the  limits  of  the  fkies. 

And  all  cremated  bounds. 

The  holy  triumphs  of  ray  foui 

Shall  ^tarh  itfeif  out-brave, 
ijCave  dull  mot talitv  behind. 

And  fiy"  beyond  the  grave. 

^  There,  where  my  bieHed  Jefus  reigns^ 

In  heav'ns  unmeafur'd  fpace, 
['11  fpend  a  long  eternity 

In  plesiure  and  in  praife, 

i;:  Millions  of  years  my  wond'ring  eyes 
I    Shall  o'er  thy  beauties  rove, 
ftnd  endlevs  ages.  Til  adore 
The  g;o;bs  of  thy  love. 

Sweet  Jefijs  !   ev'ry  fmiie  of  thine 

Snail  frefn  endearments  bring;, 
And  thoci^nd  taixes  of  new  de]ight!r 
I    From  all  thy  graces  fpring. 

5  Kafte,  my  beloved,  fetch  my  foul" 

Up  to  thy  b'efl  abode  ; 
Flv,  for  my  fpirit  longs  to  fee 

My  Saviour,  and  ray  God. 

LXXVf.     RefurreSiion  and  A/cenJion  <?/'Chriil'. 

iTJ  O.S  A  N  N  A  to  the  Prince  of  lighf, 
J7I  Who  cloath'd  himfelf  in  clay  5 

Qz  Entered 


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HYMNS      AN& 


B.II 


Enter'd  the  iron  gates  of  death, 
.     And  tore  the  bars  away. 

■z  Death  is  no  more  the  king  of  dread. 

Since  our  Immanu'l  rofe  ; 
He  took  the  tyrant's  lling  away. 

And  fpoird  our  helli(h  foes. 

3  See,  how  the  Conqu'ror  mounts  aloft. 
And  to  his  Father  flies  ! 

With  fears  of  honor  in  his  fleih. 
And  triumph  in  his  eyes. 

4  There  oar  exalted  Saviour  reigns. 
And  fcatcers  bleffiogs  down  ; 

Our  jefus  fills  the  middle  feat 
O.^  the  caeleftial  throne. 

[5  Raife  your  devotion,  mortal  tongues. 

To  reach  this  blefs'd  abode  ; 
Sweet  be  the  accents  of  your  Tongs 

To  our  incarnate  God. 

6  Bright  angels,  ftrike  your  loudelt  Uringfr, 

Your  fv.eete.^  voicec  raife  ^ 
l,tt  heav'n,  and  all  created  thing?, 

Sound  oar  Eramanu'l's  praife.] 

LXXVn.     The  Chrifiian  Warfate. 

iQTAND  up,  my  foul,  (hake  cfF  thy  fearS; 

,5    And  gird  the  gofpel-armour  on  ; 
March  to  the  gates  of  endlefs  joy. 
Where  thy  great  Captain-Savioui's  gone. 

■  2   Hell,  and  thy  fia  refill  thy  courfe  ; 
But  hell  and  fm  are  vanquiih'd  foes  ; 
Thy  Jefus  nail'd  them  to  the  crofs. 
And  fung  the  triymph  when  he  rofe. 

[3  What  tho*  the  prince  of  darknefs  rage. 
And  walle  the  fury  of  his  fpite  * 


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J.IL      SPIRITUAL    SONGS.      i6t 

E  ernal  chains  confine  him  down 
To  fiery  deeps  and  endlefs  night. 

4  What  tho'  thine  inward  lufts  rebel? 
*Tis  bat  a  ftfjggling  gafp  for  life  ; 
The  weapons  of  vi£lor*oas  grace 
Shall  flay  thy  fins,  and  end  the  llrife.] 

5  Then  let  my  foul  march  boldly  on, 
Prefs  forward  to  the  heav'nly  gate  ; 
There  peace  and  joy  eternal  reign 

And  glittering  robes  for  conqu'iors  wait. 

6  There  fball  I  wear  a  flarry  crown. 
And  triumph  in  almighty  grace  ; 
V/hile  all  the  armies  of  the  fkies 
join  in  my  glor'ous  Leader's  praife. 

LXXVIIL    S.edemption  by  ChriS. 

WHEN  the  fiift  parents  of  our  rac®^; 
Rebeli'd,  and  loii  their  God, 
And  the  infedion  of  their  fm 
I    -  Had  tainted  all  our  blood, 

;  2:  Infinite  pity  toach'd  the  heart 

Of  the  eternal  Son  ; 
Defcending  from  the  heav'nly  court. 
He  left  his  Father's  rhrone. 

3  Afide  the  Prince  of  glory  threw 
His  moH  divine  array  ; 

And  wrapp'd  his  Godhead  in  a  veil 
Of  oar  infer'or  clay. 

4  His  living  pow*r.  and  dying  love, 
Redeem'd  unhappy  men  ; 

Afld  rais'd  the  ruins  of  our  race 
To  iife  and  God  again. 

5.^ To  fhee^  dear  Lord,  our  fleih  and  foul 
We  joyfully  refign  ; 

0.^3,  Bkt::: 


a6^  hymns     and  B.  II. 

31eft  Jefus,  take -US  for  thy  own. 
For  we  are  doubly  thine, 

^  Thine  honor  fhaj]  forever  be 

The  bus'nefs  of  oar  days. 
Forever  foall  our  thankful  tongues 

Speak  thy  deferved  praife. 

LXXrX.     Praife  to  the  Redeemer, 

iTjLUNG'D  in  a  galph  of  dark  defpair^ 

J^      We,  wretched  Tinners,  lay  ; 
Without  one  chearfu!  beam  of  hope. 
Or  fpark  of  glimmering  day. 

2  With  pit'ing  eyes,  the  Prince  of  grace 
Beheld  our  helpiefs  grief  ; 

He  faw — and  (O  !  amazing  love  I) 
He  ran  to  our  relief. 

3  Down  from  the  fhlning  feats  above- 
With  joyful  hafte  he  fled, 

i^iter'd  the  grave,  in  mortal  flefh. 
And  dwelt  among  the.  dead. 

4  He  fpoil'd  the  povv'rs  of  darknefs  thos^. 
And  break  our  iron  chains  ; 

Jefus  has  freed  our  captive  fouls,. 
From  everlafting  pains. 

[5   In  vain  the  baffled  prince  of  hell. 

His  curfed  projeds  tries  ; 
Vv^e,  who  were  doomM  his  endlefs  flaves,. 

Are  rais'd  above  the  fkie?.] 

^  Oh  !  for  this  love,  let  rocks  and  hills 

Their  lafiing  filence  break. 
And  all  harmon'ous  human  tongues. 

The  Saviour's  prailes  fpeak. 

[j  Yes — we  will  praife  Thee,  deareft  Lord, 
Qnr  fouls  are  all  on  fiame  -, 

HofanJW 


lAL     SPIRITUAL     S  0|J  G  S.      163 

'  Hofanna,  r©und  the  rpaclous  £arthj^ 
To  thine  adored  name  ! 

g   Angels,  afli ft  oar  mighty  joys. 
Strike  all  yojr  harps  ofgo^d  ; 
I  But.vihen  ycu  raife  ycur  highell  notes. 
His  Jove  can  ne'er  be  told. 

LXXX.     God's  a-u>ful  Ponjuer  and  Goodm/s^     . 

I  .f"\  H  !  the  almighty  Lord  ! 
\J   How  matchlefs  is  his  pow'r  ! 
Tremble,  O  earth,  beneath  his  word. 
While  all  the  heav'ns  adore. 

z  Let  proud  imper'ous  kirgs 
Bow  iow  before  his  throne  ! 
Crouch  to  his  feet,  ye  haughty  things>. 
Or  he  (hall  tread  ye  down. 

3  Aboi^e  the  2iies  he  reigns. 
And,  with  aaiaaing  bloA^s, 

He  deals  infufFerable  pains 
■     On  his  rebeU'ous  toes. 

4  Yet,  everlaftingGoD, 

We  love  to  fpe^^k  thy  praifci,. 
Thy  fceptre's  equal  to  thy  rod. 
The  fceptre  of  thy  grace. 

5  The  arms  of  mighty  love 
D'.fend  our  Zion  well  ; 

And  heav'niy  m.rcy  walls  us  round- 
From  Babylon  and'helL 

6  Salvation  to  the  King 
Who  lici  e.i^hron'd  above: 

Thus  we  aoore  the  God  of  mighty 
And  biefs  the  God  of  icve. 

LXXXI.    Our  Sin  the  Cauje  of  Chr^fs  Death. 

AN  D  now  the  fcales  have  left  mine  eyes, 
Naw  I  Legin  to  fee  :. 

Ohj , 


164  H  Y  M  N  S     AND  B.  It, 

Oh,  thi;  cars'd  dreds  my  fins  have  done  ! 
What  murd'rojs  thw-.gs  they  be  ? 

2  Were  thefe  the  traitors,  deareft  Lord, 
Which  thv  ft*r!>'v:N  tore  f 

MiT^fltr;,  that  ft?.n*d  thofe  heavenly  limbs-. 
With  tloods  o<  purple  gore  ? 

3  Was  it  for  crimes  vbich  I  had  done, 
M\^  (dt-arefl  Lord  wa-  fldin  ; 

W'.en  juftice  feiz'd  God's  only  Son, 
And  put  his  foul  to  pain  ? 

4.  Forgive  my  guilt,  O  PHnce  of  peace  ! 

JM  wound  my  Got>  no  inore  : 
Hence,  from  my  htart,  ye  fms,  be  gone. 

For  Jefus  1  adore. 

5  Furnifti  me,  Lord,  withheav'nly  arms 

From  grace's  magizlre;. 
And  I'ii  proclaim  eternal  war 

With  ev'rydajlmg  fin. 

iJCXXll.-^Re^eatption  c.vd  Prote^lionfromSi 
r.iual  Enemies* 

I    \  R[SE,  my  foul,  my  joyful  pow'rs, 

j^\^    And  triumph  in  my  God  ; 
A.vake,  my  voice,  and  loud  proclaim  , 

His  glorious  grace  aurrad, 

2^  He  rais'd  me  from  rhe  deeps  of  iin, , 

The  gates  of  u-ping  heii  ; 
Ajid  fix'd  my  ft?.ndinc  moreiecure. 

I'han  'twas  before  I  fell. 

3   The  ar/n^  of  everlafting  love 

Beneavh  mv  foul  he  pUc'd, 
And,  on  rhe  rock  of  ages,  fet 

My  fiipp'ry  fomfteoi  fail. 
4_  The  citv  of  mv  Weis'd  abode 

Is,  waUd  arouiid  wiih  ^race  ; 

Salvatiofti 


}.  ir.      S  PI  RI  T  U  AL     SO N.G.S.       365 

Salvation,  for  a  bulwark  flaads 
To  ihield  the  facred  place. 

5  Satan  may  vent  his  fharpeft  Tpite^ 
And  ail  his  legions  roar  ; 

Ai mighty  mercy  guards  my  life,. 
And  bounds  his  raging  povv^r. 

6  Arife,  my  foul,  awake  my  voicCj 
And  tunes  of  pleafare  fing  I 

Loud  hallelujah's  fhall  addrefs 
My  Saviour  and  my  King. 

LXXXHI.     r/je  Paffion  and  Exaltation  of  Z\in%. 

i  ""r^  H  U  S  faith  the  Ruler  of  the  ikies^ — 

_£      *'  Awake,  my  dreadful  fword  ; 
*'  Awake,  my  wrath,  and  fmite  the  man, 
*•  My  fellow   (faith  the  Lord.) 

z.  Vengeance  receiv'd  the  dread  command^ 
!     And,  armed,  down  ihe  flies  % 
ijefus  fubmits  c*  his  Father's  haad^ 

And  bows  his  head,  and  dies. 
5 -But,  Oh  !   the  wifuom^  and  the  grace 

V/hich  join  with  vengeance  now  1 
He  dies  to  fave  our  guilty  race. 

And  yet  he  rifes  too. 

^  A  perfon,  fo  divine,  was  he. 

Who  yielded  to  be  flain,  - 

That  he  could  give  his  {o^iX  away. 

And  take  his  life  again. 

5  Live,  glor'ous  Lord,  and  rsign  on  \i\^  j. 

Let  z'^^v'j  nation  Sag, 
And  angels  found,  with  endlefsjoy. 

The  Saviour,  and  the  King. 

— LXXXIV.      The  fame. =• 

O  M  E,  all  harmon'ous  tongoesj 
Your  nobleil  mufic  bring  j 


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H  y  M  isr  s"  AND 


BVn 


'Tis  C'nr'.i}..  the  EvarlallinQ  Gon, 
A:)d  Chri'it,  the  man,  we  ling, 

2  Tell  ho^  he  rook  our  defh. 
To  take  away  o  if  guilt  ; 
Sing  the  dear  drops  of  h-cred  blood. 
Which  hellilh  monfters  fpilt. 

[3    Alas  1    the  cruel  fpear 
Wcnc  deep  into  his  fide  ; 
And  ihe  rich  flood  of  purple  pore, 
Thiiir  murd'rcus  weapons  dy'd, 

[4.  The  waves  of  fuelling  grief 
Did  o'er  hib  bofom  roll  ; 
And  moantains  of  almighty  wrath 
Lay  heavy  on  his  ioul.] 

5  Down  to  the  (hades  of  death-' 
He  bow'o  his  awful  head  ; 

Yet  he  arofe  to  live  and  reign 
When  death  itfelf  is  dead. 

6  No  more  the  bloody  fpear  ; 
The  crofs,  and  nails,  no  more  ;' 

For  hell  iifelf,  fh.ikes  at  his  name. 
And  all  the  hcav'ns  adore. 

7  There  the  Redeemer  fits 
High  on  his  Father's  ihrone  ; 

The  Fa  her  ]&y%  his  vengeance  by. 
And  fmiles  upon  his  Son. 

8  There  his  full  glories  (hine 
With  uncreated  rays  ; 

And  blefs  his  faints'  assd  angels' eyes 
To  everiafting  days. 

LXXXV.     Su£ic:£ncy  of  Pardon* 

I  WJ  ^^  '^'^^^  y^"'"  ^^c^'  y^  hiimble  fouls, 
Vy      Th'jic  mournful  colours  wear  ? 

Wl 


:i,      SPIRITUAL     SON'GS.       167 

v  hat  doabts  are  thefe  which  wade  your  faith, 
ind  noarifh  your  defpair  ? 

;    v7hai  tho'  yoar  nuin'rous  fins  exceed 

The  liars  which  fill  the.Scies, 
\nd,  aiming  at  the  eternal  throne. 

Like  pointed  mountaias  rife? 

J  What  though  ynur  mighty  giilit  beyond 

The  wide  ere  .tjon  f»\ell, 
./ind  has  it  curs'd  foandaiions  laid 

Low  as  the  depths  of  hell  ? 

<.  See  here  an  endlefs  ocean  flows 

Of  never-failing  grace! 
Behold  a  dying  Savioai^'s  veins 

The  facred  flood  increafs  ! 

!j  It  riles  high,  and  drowns  the  hills, 

'T  has  neither  Ihore  nor  bound  : 
N-Tvv,  ifwefearch  to  find  out  ilnSs 

Our  iins  can  upi'er  be  found. 

6  Awake,  oar  hearts,  adore  the  grace 

^Which  buries  all  our  faults. 
And  pard'ring  biood,  which  fwells  above 
Our  folile^s  aiid  oar  thoughts, 

LXXXVL   Freedom frofn Jin  andmifiry  in  heaven, 

X  /^U  R   r^n?,  alas  !   hew  f^rong  they  be  1 

\^   i4nd,  like  a  vi'ient  iea. 
They  break  cur  due/.  Lord,  to  thee. 

And  hurry  us  away. 

2  The  waves  of  t.oubie,  hn-.v  they  rife  ! 

How  loud   the  tern  pells  roar  1 
feut  dearh  ihi!!  land  our  weary  fouls 

Safe  on  the  heav'nl^  fhore. 

I  There,  to  fuldl  hi'=  f^eet  commands, 
Our  {-^tt^:!)'  icQ\.  Ihaii  move; 


6S 


HYMNS     AND 


B.I] 


No  fia  fhall  cleg  our  winged  zeal. 
Or  cool  our  burning  love. 

4  There  Ihall  we  fit,  and  fing»  and  tell 
The  wonders  of  his  grace  ; 

'Till  heav'nly  raptures  fire  our  hearts. 
And  fmile  in  ev'ry  face, 

5  For  ever,  his  dear  facred  name 
Shall  dwell  upon  our  tongue  ; 

And  J  ejus  y  2iVi6.Jalvation  be 
Ths  clore  orev^ry  fong. 

LXXXVII.   Dinjine  Glories  aho<ve  our  Re af on. 


1  TjO^^«^  wond'rous  great!  how  glor'ous 
xi    M^ft  oi^*"  Creator  be  I 

Who  dwells  amid  ft  thedazz'ling  light 
Of  vail  infinity  I 

2  Our  foaring  fpirits  upward  rrfe 
Tow'rd  the  c^leftial  throne: 

Fain  would  we  fee  the  bleffed  Three, 

And  the  almighty  One. 
3   Our  reafon  ftretches  all  its  wings. 

And  climbs  above  the  fkies; 
But  dill  how  far  beneath  thy  feet 

Our  grov'Iing  rea(on  lies  ! 

[4.  Lord,  here  we  bend  our  humble  foui9> 

And  awfullv  adore  : 
For  the  weak  pin'ons  of  our  minds 

Can   fireteh  a  thought  no  more. 

5   "^^y  giori^s  infinitely  rife 
Above  our  lab'ring  tongue  j 

In  vain  the  h'gheli  feraph  tries 
To  form  an  equal  fong. 

[6  In  humble  notes  our  faith  aaores 
The  great  my liet'cua  King, 


brii 


'while 


II.      SPIRITUAL     SONGS.      i6f 

/Vhiie  angels  iirain  their  nobler  pow'rs, 
Aiid  Iweep  ih*  immortai  llring.] 

LXXXVIIL     SaU'ation. 

SALVATION  !   O  the  joyful  found! 
'Tis  pleafure  to  our  ears  ; 
Ifov'reign  balm  to  ^^''xs  wound, 
A  cord'al  for  cur  fears. 

Bury'd  in  forrow,  and  in  fia. 
At  hell's  dark  door  we  lay  ; 
!at  we  arife,  by  grace  divine. 
To  fee  a  heav'nly  day. 

Salvation  I  let  the  eccho  fiy 
The  fpacious  earth  around, 
^hile  all  the  armies  of  the  &y 
Confpire  toraife  the  found.  I 

'LUILYA^.  QWikWidory  over  Satas, 

HOSANNA  to  our  conqa'ring  King  I 
The  prince  of  dafknefs  flies  ; 
[is  troops  rufh  headlong  dovvn  to  hell, 
I  Like  lightning  from  the  fkies. 
There,  bound  in  chains,  the  lions  ro^^ 
And  fright  the  rekvi'd  Hieep  ; 
xxl  heavy  bars  confine  their  pow'r 
i  And  malice  to  the  dee^, 

Hofanna  toour  conqu'ring  King, 
All  hajl,  incarnate  love  ! 
en  thoufand  fongs  and  glories  wait 
To  cfj-.vn  thy  head  above. 

Thy  vid'ries,  and  thy  deathlefs  fame 

Thro'  the  wide  world  ihall  run  ; 
Ind  everiaft'ng  aoes  nng 
f  The  triumphs  thou  hail  won. 

P 


j^'o  H  y  M  N  S     AN3  B.II- 

XC.  Faith  in  Chrijl for  pardon  and JanSlification 

1  T  T  O  W  fad   our  ftate,  by  nature,  is  I 
_£~J    Our  fin,   how  deep  it  iK^in?  ! 

And  iatan  binds  our  captive  minds 
FaR  in  his  fiavilh  chains. 

2  But  there's  a  voice  of  fovVeign  grace 
Sounds  from   the  facred  word  ; 

Ho  !  ye  de  pairing  Jrfiners,  come. 
And  tvuji  upon   the  Lord, 

3  My  foal  obeys  th'  almighty  cslJ, 
And  runs  to  this  re'ief ; 

I  would  believe  thy  promife.  Lord  ; 
Oh  !   help  my  unbelief. 

[4.  To  the  dear  fountain  of  thy  bloody 

Incarnate  God,  I  fly  ; 
Here  let  me  wafli  my  fpotted  foul 

prom  ciime&  of  ce.epell  die. 

5  Stretch  out  thine  arm,  vidlor'ous  Klng^ 
My  reigning  finsfabdue  ; 

Drive  the  old  draj^on  from  his  feat, 
V/ith  all  his  hellilh  crew. 

6  A  guilty,  weak,  and  helplefs  worm 
On  thy  kind  arras  I  fall  : 

Ee  thou  my  flrength,  and  right'oufnefs. 
My  Jefus,  aad  my  All. 

XCI.    The  Glory  of  Chrift  in  Heaven. 

!  /""\H,  the  delights,  the  heav'fily  joys, 

\J  The  glories  of  che  place. 
Where  Jefus  Iheds  the  brighteft  beams 

OF  his  o'erflowing  grace  ! 

2  Sweet  majefty,  and  awful  love 

Sit  fmiiing  on  iiis  brow  ; 
And  al!  the  glor'ons  ranks  above 

At  humble  diilancebow. 

[3  Princci,] 


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ir.       SPirCITUAL     SONGS.       fyt 
:■"•••      --■"--'  r  3.:nQ 


To  ;:i  hi.:.    •-  ; 


4 


And  lay  i'  r^ors  dowa 

Sabmii:: 

W":    .;: 


High  ....  .._,-..,.^_..      _^  ..-,    --.unt 

Aad  ail  the  ialnLs  adsre. 

6  His  head,  that  dear  majeilic  Headj 
Which  cruel  thoriis  did  wcund. 

See  what  iisifnortal  glories  fiiine. 
And  circle  it  arouad  1 

7  This  is  th'  Man,  th'  exalted  Man, 
Whom  we,  umeen,  adore  I 

But  when  our  eyes  behold  his  face. 
Our  hearts  fhali  love  him  more. 

[8  Lord  1   how  cur  fouls  are  all  oa  firs' 

To  fee  thy  bleil  abode  ; 
Our  tongues  rejoice  in  tunes  of  praife 

To  oar  incarnate  God  !' 

9  And  while  our  fsith  enjoys  the  fights 

We  long  to  leave  our  clay  ; 
And  wilh  thy  fiVy  char'ots.  Lord, 

To  fetch  our  foals  away. 

XCir.   The  Ch-urcb  fa^oedy  and  her  Er.emies  d'lfaf* 
pointed  :  Ox,  Deli-oerance  from  Treajbn,- 

I  O  H  O  U  T  to  the  Lord,  and  let  your  jo)'^ 

^  Thro'  all  the  nations  run  : 
Ye  Wellern  ikies  rsfound  the  nc:f$ 

Beyoad  the  riling  fun. 

P  3.  2  Thee 


i;2  HYMNS      Ar^a  B.  XL- 

2  Thee,  mighty  God,  our  fouls  admire. 
Thee,  our  glad  voices  fin^  ; 

And  join  with  the  cae'eitial  choir. 
To  praife  th'  eternal  King. 

3  Thy  pow'r  the  whole  creation  rulei. 
And,  on  the  flarry  fkies. 

Sits  fmiling  at  the  weak  defigns 
Thine  env'ous  foes  devife. 

4  Thy  fcorn  derides  their  feeble  rage,- 
And,  with  an  awfal  frown, 

Jlings  vaft  confufion  on  their  plot!, 

And  inakes  their  Babsl  down.     ' 
[5  Their  fecret  fires  in  caverns  lav. 

And  we  the  facrifice  ; 
Eiit  gloomy  caverns  ftrove  in  vaia. 

To  'fcape  all-fearching  eyes. 

6  Their  dark  defigns  were  all  rcveal'd  ; 

Their  ireafons  all  betray M  : 
Praife  to  the  Lord  who  broke  the  fnare 

Their  curfed  hands  had  laid.] 

-   In  vain  the  bafy  fens  of  hell 

Still  new  rebf^ll' ons  try  ; 
Tiieir  foais  (hall  pine  with  env'ous  rag3^ 
And  vex  away,  and  die. 

t  Almighty  grace  defends  our  land 
Fram  their  malicious  pow'r  : 
et  Z'On,  with  united  fongs, 
Almighty  grace  adore. 

XCIII.— God  all,  and  in  all,  Pfalm  Ixxiii.   25, 

J  T^  yr  Y  God,  my  life,  my  love, 
IVl  ^J^o  Thee,  to  Thee  I  call ; 
]  cannot  iivs  if  thou  remove  ; 


For  thotj  art  AU  in  A!I. 


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1.  11.      SPIRITUAL     SONGS.       173 

[2  Thy  (hining  grace  can  cheer 
This  dungeon,  where  i  d^vell, 
'Tis  paradife  when  thou  art  here  ; 
If  tnou  depart,  'tis  hell.] 

[3  The  faiilings  of  thy  face. 
How  am'able  they  are  ! 
'Tis  hcav'n  to  ref:  in  thine  embrace. 
And  no  where  elfe  but  there.] 

[4  To  Thee,  and  Thee  alone. 
The  angels  owe  their  biifs  ; 
They  fit  around  thy  gracious  throne, 
Aad  dwell  where  Jefus  is.] 

[5   Not  all  the  harps  above 
Can  make  a  heav'nly  place. 
If  God  his  reiidence  ren:ove. 
Or  but  cor.ceal  his  face.]   - 

6  Nor  earth,  nor  all  the  iky,. 
Can  one  delight  afFord  ; 

No,  not  a  drop  of  real  joy. 

Without  thy  prefence,  LorU. 

7  Thou  art'  the  Tea  of  love. 
Where. ail  my  pleafures  rol!  ; 

The  circle  where  my  paffions  move. 
And  centre  of  my  foul. 

[§  To  Thee  my  fpirits  fly. 
With  refliefs  warm  defire  ; 
And  yet  how  far  from  Thee  I  lie  I 
Dear  Jefus,  raifeme  high'r. 

XGiy.   God  my  orJj  happlnsfsy   Pfal.  Ixxiii.  25, 

1  T|^ /T  Y  God,   my  portion,  and  my  love, 

XVjl    l^^^y  eyerlafiing  All  ! 
I've  none  but  Thee  in  heav'n  above. 

Or  on  ihis  earthly  ball. 

[2  What: 

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174  HYMNS     -.i.D  B.n. 

[2  What  empty  things  are  all  the  ikies. 

And  this  infer*or  clod  I 
There's  nothing  here  deferves  my  joysj 

There's  nothing  liks  my  God.] 

[3  In  vain  the  bright,  the  burning  fun 

Scatters  his  feebb  ligh:  : 
^Tis  thy  fvvs^et  beams  creates  lay  nooa  ;, 

If  thou  withdraw,  'tis  night. 

4  And  whilfl:  upon  my  reftlefs  bed 
Amortg.che  tliades  I  roll  ; 

If  ray  Redeemer  (hews  his  head, 

'Tis  morning  with  my  foul.]  J 

5  To  thee  I  owe  my  wealth  and  friend*^  1 
And  health,  and  faf^  abode  ; 

Thanks  to  thy  name  for  meaner  things,. 
But  they  are  not  my  God. 

6  How  vain  a  toy  is  glitt'ring  wealthy 
If  once  compar'd  to  Thee  ? 

Or  what's  my  fafety,  or  my  health. 

Or  all  my  friends,  to  me  ?  ^ 

7  Were  I  poiTeflbr  of  the  earth, 
Andcali'd  the  Hars  my  own  1 

Yvithout  thy  graces,  and  thy  Self, 
I  were  a  wretch  undone. 

8  Let  others  ftretch  their  arms,  like  feajj- 
And  grafp  in  all  the  fhore- ; 

Grant  me  the  vifits  of  thy  face. 
And  I  defire  no  more. 

XCV,  Lcck  o?i  him  nvhom  they  pierced t  and  mourn 

1   INFINITE  grief  1  amazing  vvo§  ! 

j[  Behold  my  bleeding  Lord  ! 
Hell  and  ihe  Jews  conTpire  his  deatli> 

And  ur<|  ths  Roman  fword. 


B.  IJ.      S  PI  RITUAL     SONGS,      17s 

2  Oh  !  the  fhirp  pangs  of  imarting  pain- 
My  dear  Redeemer  bore^ 

When  knotty  whip.?,  and  ragged  thcrns. 
His  iacred  body  tore  1 

3  But  knotty  whips,  and  ragged  thornsj 
In  vain  do  I  accufe  1 

In  vain  I  blame  the  Roman  bandsj 
And  the  more  fpitefal  Jews  : 

4  'Twsre  you,   my  fins,  my  cruel  ilasj^ 
His  chief  tormentors  were  ; 

Each  of  my  crimes  became  a  nail 
And  unbelief— the  fpear. 

5  ^Twere  you  that  pall'd  the  vengeance  down 
Upon  his   guil'defs  head  :. 

Break,  break,  rr.y  heart— oh,  burU  mine  eyes^ 
And  let  my  sorrows  bleed  I 

6  Strike,  TT5is:htr  Sf ace,  my  flinty  ibul, 
'Ti'i  mehing  waters  B:ow  ; 

^      And  deep  repentance  drowa  mine  eyes 
ik       In  undiiremUsd  woe  1 


—X C VL   Angels pu7i^jhedy  and  Man/a^ved,  — >- 
3  X'^OWN  headlong  from  their  native  fkies^, 

i     I    "^h-     ■-!;-!    .•■..:f-^  foil    . 
And  chander-boks   of  ditning  wrath 
Purfu'd  them  deep  to  hell. 

2  Down  from  the  top  of  eanhly  blifs 
Rcbeiro:]?  nan  ^va?  harl'd  ; 

And  je.-is  Aoop'u  b-j'-^cichthe  grave. 
To  reach  a  iiaking  world. 

3  Oh,  lov,     •         I.  degrees! 

Mull  heav'as  c:e.  .\o:.  darling  diej 
To.  f4ve  a  trait'fous  race  P 

4  Meft 


Tj6  H  Y  M  N  S     AN 9  B.  IL 

4  rvlud  s-ngels  fink  forever  down, 
Atid  burn  in  quenchlefs  fire  ; 

Willie  God  foriakes  hisihining  throne. 
To  raife  us,  wretches,  high'r  ? 

5  Oh,  for  this  love,  let  eaith  and  fkies. 
With  hplleiujahs  ring. 

And  the  full  choir  of  human  tongues 
All  hallelujahs  fmg  ! 

— —  XCViL — T/^e  fame.  '   ■  ■ 

^  O  M  heav'n  the  finning  angels  fell. 
And  wrath  and  darknefsciiain'd 'ean down; 

But  man,  vile  inan,  forfook  hi?  blifs. 

And  mercy  lifts  him  to  a  crown  1 

3  Amazing  svork  of  fov'reign  grace. 
Which  could  diftinguilli  rebels  fo  ! 
Our  guiity  treafons  cali'd  aloud 
For  everlafting  fetters  too. 

3  To  thee,  to  thee,  almighty  Love, 
Our  fo;:3l3,  ourfelves,  our  ail  we  pav  : 
Millions  of  tongues  ihall  found  thy  praife 
On  the  bright  hiJls  of  heav'nly  day. 

XCVllI. — Ho.rdnefs  of  Heart  complained  of. 

1  1%  yT  y  heart,  how  dreadful  hard  it  is  I 
\y\.  ^°^  heavy  here  it  lies  ; 

Heavy  and  cold  within  my  breaft, 
Ji'ii  like  a  rock  of  ice  ! 

2  Sin.   like  a  raging  ty/aat,  fits 
Upon  this  flinty  throne  ; 

And  t.v'^v-j  grace  lies  bury'd  deep 
Beneath  this  heart  of  fcone. 

3  How  feldom  do  I  rife  to  God, 
Or  talie  the  joys  above  ! 

This  mountain  prefi"c3  dovvn  my  faith. 
And  c>M!smy  flaming  love. ' 

'  A  Whea 


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B.IL       SPIRITUAL     SONGS.      177 

4  When  fniilmg  mercy  courts  my  foul 
With  all  its  heav'niy  charms. 

This  ftabborn,  this  reierulefs  thing. 
Would  thrail  it  from  my  arms. 

5  Againft  the  thunders  of  thy  word 
RebeH'ous  I  have  ftood  ; 

h\y  heart,  it  Oiakes  not  at  the  wiatla 
V^nd  terrors  of  a  God. 

6  Dear  Saviour,  fleep  this  rock  of  mine 
In  thine  own  crimibn  fea  1 

None  but  a  bath  of  bleed  divine 
Can  mch  the  Siat  away, 

XCIX.    Th  Book  DfQo'^'i  Decrees. ^ 

1  y    E  T  the  rvhole  race  of  creatures  He- 

J_^  Abas'd  before  their  God  ; 
Whate*er  his  fov'reign  voice  has  form'd 

He  governs  with  a  n©d. 

\2.  Ten  tboufand  ages  e'er  the  feies 

Were  into  motion  brought  ; 
Ajl^he  long  years  and  vvorids  to  come' 
-^tood  preitnt  to  his  thooghi. 

3  There's  not  a  fparrovvj  or  a  worra,, 
But's  found  in  his  decrees  ; 

He  rr.ife^  monarchs  to  their  thrones, 
,      And  links  them  as  he  pleafe.] 

4  If  light  attend  thecourfe  I  run, 
'Tis  He  provides  thofe  rays  ; 

And  "'tis  his  hand  which  hides  my  fun^ 
If  darknefs  cload  my  days. 

§:  Yet  I  would  not  be  much  concern 'd>. 

Nor  vainly  long  to  fee 
in  volumes  of  his  deep  decrees. 

What  months  ar:5  writ  f«r  me. 

6  Whea 


^7?  H  Y  M  N  s    AND  L.  r:. 

6  '■'Vhen  he  reveals  r^ie  book  of  life. 

Oh,  may  1  resd  my  nams 
Among  the  cholen  of  his  love. 

The  loirwers  of  the  Lamb  ! 

C.   "TrjPvc'hzceofChriJi  is  the  Life  of  my  Souh 

1  7  ,  ,1]  of  aat/nirii- is  the  thought  ! 
fi  How  it  diftra^^s  and  tears  my  heart. 

If  Goo,  at  ifeU,  niy  fov'rtiiga  judge, 
Should  frown',  and  bid  niy  loal  depau  ! 

2  Lord,  when  I  quit  this  earthly  flage. 
Where  (hall  I  fly  but  to  thy  bread  ? 
For  1  have  fought  no  othsj'home— 
For  I  have  leara'd  no  orher  reft. 

3  I  oarinot  live' contented  here. 
Without  fome  glimples  of  thy  face  ; 
And  hcav'n,  without  thy  prefence  there. 
Would  be  a  dark  and"  tirefonae  place. 

4  Whe«  earthly  cares  engrofs  the  day, 
And  hold  my  rhcughts  afide  from  Thee  y 
The  ihining  hours  of  chearful  light 

Are  long  and  ted'ous  years  to  me. 

5  And  if  no  ev'ning  vifit's  paid 
Between  my  Saviour  and  my  foul. 

How  dull  the  night  !   how  fad  the  fhade  ! 
How  mournfully  the  minutes  roll  1 

6  This  flefh  of  mine  might  learn  as  foon 
To  live — yet  part  with  all  my  blood  j 
To  breathe,  when  vital  air  is  gone. 

Or  thrive  and  grow  without  my  food. 

[7  Chriit  is  my  light,  my  life,  my  care. 
My  bleffed  hope,  my  heav'nly  prize  ; 
jDearer  than  all  my  paflions  are, 
Iv'v  linabs,  mv  bowels,  or  my  eyes. 

%  Th< 


-11.       SPIRITUAL     SONGS,     i;^ 

I 
The  firings  which  twine  about  my  heart, 
rtures  and  racks  may  tear  theia  off  5 
;  they  can  never,  never  part 
,:h  their  dear  hold  of  Chriil  my  love. 

IVir  God  !  and  can  a  humble  Qhiid^ 
.0  loves  thee  with  a  flame  io  high, 
J  ever  from  thy  face  exii'dj, 
V/ithout  the  pity  of  thine  eye  ? 

20  ImpolTible  !— For  thine  own  hands 
Have  ty'd  my  heart  fo  fall  to  Thee  ; 
And  in  thy  book  the  promife  ftands. 
That  where  thou  art,  thy  friends  muft  be.] 

CI.     Tl^£  WorWs  three  chief  Temptations^ 

\  1¥  Z  K  E  N,  in  the  light  of  faith  divine^ 
,     \y      We  look  on  things  below. 
Honor,  and  gold,  and  fens'al  jov;, 
How  vain  and  dang'rcus  too. 

J 2  Honor's  a  pair  of  noify  breath  ; 

Yet  men  expoie  their  blood. 
And  venture  everiafting  death. 

To  gain  that  airy  good. 

3  Whill!  others  fiarve  the  nobler  mind^ 
And  ieQQ  on  fhiniFig  dufi  ; 

Thev  rob  tke  ferpent  cf  his  food, 
T*  indulge  a  fordid  luit,] 

4  The  pleafires  which  al':  aie^ 
Are  dang'rous  fnar?^  ■- 

■  ere's  but  a  drop  c!  t;, 

Anddalli'd  with  bi^ier  cov^'is. 

-    God  is  mine  all-'ufiicient  good. 

My  portion,  and  rny  choice  ; 
In  him  my  vaft  def^res  are  nil'd- 

And  all  my  pow'/s  rejoice, 

6  U 


iSo 


H    y    M    N    S        AND 


J^.IJ 


6  In  vain  the  world  accoils  my  ear. 

And  tem^.'ts  my  heart  anew  ; 
J  cannot  buy  your  blifs  fo  dear. 

Nor  part  with  heav'n  for  you. 

— - — CII.     ^  happy  Rejurre^ion.'^^-'^ 

I  "^T  0»   ^'^^  repine  at  death  no  more, 
X^    But,  with  a  chearful  gafp  refiga 
To  the  cold  dungeon  of  the  grave 
Thefe  dying,  vviih'ring  limbs  of  m||[^ 

^  Let  worms  devour  my  wafting  ilefli, 
And  crumbie  all  my  bones  to  duft, 
fvdy  God  {hall  raife  my  frame  anew 
At  the  revival  of  the  juft. 

3  Break,  facred  iiiorning  through  the  Ikies, 
Bring:  that  delightful,  facred  day  ; 
Cut  fhort  the  hours,  dear    Lord,  and  come 
Thy  libg'ring  wheels,  how  long  they  flay. 

4  Our  weary  fpirits  faint  to  fee 
The  light  of  thy  returning  face  ; 
And  hear  the  language  of  thofe  lips 
Where  God  has  flied  his  richeft  grace. 

[5   Hafte  then  upon  the  wings  of  love, 
Rouie  all  the  pious  fleeping  clay  ; 
Tnat  we  may  join  in  heav'nly  joys. 
And  fjpg  the  triumph  of  the  day.] 

cm.  — Chriil's  Commlfficn,   John  lii.   16,   if 

Z  ^•^".OME,  happy  fouls,  approach  your  Go 

\^   With  new  m<^.lod*ous  fongs  j 
Come,  tender  to  almighty  grace 

The  tribiue  of  you;  tongues. 
2.  Sn  flrange,  fo  boundlefs  was  the  love 

Vv'^hich  pity'd  dving  men. 
The  Father  fent  his  equal  Soa 

To  give  them  life  again. 

J  Thy 


S.XX.     SPIRITUAL    SONGS,       m 

3  Thy  hands,  dear  leius,  were  j>ot  arsi^d 
With  a  jrevenging  rod  ; 

No  hard  ccmmifTiOn  to  perform 
The  vengeance  of  a  God. 

4  But  all  was  mercy^al]  was  n3ild=.=» 
And  wrath  forlook  the  tnroie  ; 

When  Chrili  on  the  kind  errand  came, 
sAr.d  bioug^tialvation  dowi^. 

-I  Here,  finncrs,  you  may  heal  your  wound?. 

And    wipe  your  iorro?A?s  dry  : 
Truft  in  the  mighty  Saviour's  uame. 

And  you  fasli  neve?  die. 
6  See,  deareft  Lord,  oor  willing  fouls 

Accept  thine  offered  grace  ; 
We  blefs  the  great  R^fkemer'^  hvs^ 
:;    And  give  the  .Faiher  prai/e , 

"•    '  ■-  •- '-  i  V  .'— i  /^^  /h/^e,"""-'^'-^ 

A  I  S  E   your  t?:n.n^nhant  v:^r:^i^ 
.    ^     --,  «^    -^ o  an  iWTnoTr.zl  tune, 
fcet  the  wide  earth  relound  the  deed^ 
Csleft'al  grace  has  done, 

2  Sing  how  eternal  love 
Its  chief  beloved  chofe  ; 

And  bid  hii^  raife  our  'vretcfied  rsGs 
From  cheir  aby^s  of  ivoes. 

3  His  hsad  no  thunder  bears. 
No  terror  clothes  his  bro\v  ; 

'iIq  bolts  to  drive  Qor  p-uifty  fod^ 
To  fiercer  (lames   below. 

4  'T'vvas  mercy  iiU'd  the  throne 
And  wrath  dood   fileot  by, 

^^'feen  Chrift  was  fent  wit.h  pardoss  4oWE 
Tsj  rclK^k  doomM  to  dk^ 

Q 


lU 


H  y  M  N  S     AN» 


B. 


c  Now,  fmners,  dry  yonr  tears, 
Lethopelefs  forrow  reale  ; 
Bow  to  the  fceptre  ot  his  love. 
And  take  the  offer'd  peace. 
6  Lord,  we  obey  thy  call  ; 
We  lav  an  humble  cUim 
To  the  Calvation  thou  hail  bought 

And  love,  and  praiie  thy  naitje. 
CV.   Repentancefio-u^ingfrorr.  the  fatuncecf  Go^ 
A     N  D  are  we  wretches  yet  alive  t 
J\    And  dare  we  yet  rebei  ? 
>Tis  boundiefs,  'ib  amazir.g  ^love. 

That  bears  us  op  from  heli  . 
2  The  burden  of  our  weighty  guilt 

Would  link  us  down  to  ^.^mt^, 
And  threat'ni.g  vengeance  roils  abov€ 

To  crufn  our  feeole  fraiies. 
<r    AlTTiighty  goodnefs  cries— /(5n^e-«r  ; 
"    Ar.d  llraitThe  thunder  Says  : 
And  dare  we  now  provoke  his  wrath. 

And  weary  out  his  grace. 
4  Lord,  we  havs  long  abasM  thy  lov.c. 

Too  long  indulg'd  our  fin  \ 
Our  aching  hearts  e'en  bleed  to  Ice 

What  rebels  we  have  oeen. 
^  No  more,  ye  lofts,  f.iall  ye  cot^mand, 
'    No  more  will  we  obey  ; 
b^^e  ch  ouc,   O  God,  thy  conqa'nng  hani, 
""And  drive  thy  foes  away. 

CVl.      Repentance  at  the  Crofs. 
,   /-^.H,  if  my  ^o^:^"^  wns  form'd  for  woe, 

1     P   How  would  I  vent  my  <ighs  I 
RcJ^tanceH^o^^ld,  like  rivers,  Hovv 

Frlm*  both  Qiy  ibepinig  e>es.  .  ^   ^^^ 


^.  IL      SPIKITUAL     SONGS.      iff 

Tsv34  for  t-n>    ^■-',   X-    ^:--;:-   Lgfi 

Hung  on  ihecuifva  tree. 
And  groasu'd  gway  a  eying  life 
For  t^£s,  my  foul,  for  /.^^c-. 

.   Oa  !   ho^  I  h?.te  tbcfe  li^fts  of  itjine. 

Which  crucify *d  my  Gob  ; 
'^'hok  Hss  which  pierc'd  and  na.iVd  his  Hsl^ 

Fail  CO  £'he  fatal  wood. 

^  Yes,  my  Redeetner,  they  fhall  die, 

IVJy  heart  has  fo  decreed  ; 
Kor  will  I  fparg  the  guilty  things 

Which  made  my  Saviour  bleed. 

r  V/hilll,  with  a  melting  broken  heart., 

My  marder'd  Lord  I  viewj 
X^ll  raife  revenge  sgaini}  my  iins. 

And  day  ike  murd'rers  toe. 

CVII.   The  i'verlafiing  ahfence  ofQoQ^  tnidJsrahlr^t 

t  ''"'I^^HAT  awful  day  will  furely  come, 
J^      Th'  appointed  hoar  makes  halte. 
When  I  muS  ftand  before  my  Judge, 
And  pafs  the  folemn  teft. 

2  Thou  lovely  chief  of  all  my  joys. 

Thou  fo? 'reign  of  f^y  heart, 
How  could  I  bear  ro  hear  thy  voice 

Frcnosnce  th«  fouad=«"iif/^r/  ? 

[3  The  thuftder  of  that  difraal  word' 

Would  fo  tornaent  my  ear, 
'Twould  tear  my  foul  afunder,  Lord^^ 

V/ith  mo^  tormenting  fear.] 

I4  What,  t©  be  baaifli'd  from  ray  lifs^., 

And  yet  forbid  to  die  ? 
To  Hfjger  \ti  eternal  pain. 

Yet  death  fsrever  fly  * 


Q.« 


Ohf 


tn^ 


H  y  M  N  S     AHd 


F.E; 


^  Oh  !  wretched  (late  of  deep  defpaif. 

To  fee  my  God  remove. 
And  fix  ray  doiefui  ftation  where 

I  fiiuft  not  tafte  hi^  love  ! 

6   Tefus,  I  throw  my  arms  aroand, 

Aad  hang  upoti  thy  breail  ; 
Without  a  gracious  imVlc  frem  Thee, 

My  (pit  It  cannot  re  it. 

y  Oh  !  ttVi  ?ne  that  my  woriklefs  native 

Is  graven  on  thy  hands  ; 
Shew  me  fome  proriilfe  in  iKy  book. 

Where  my  i'aJvation  ftands. 

[8  Give  me  one  kind,  aiTuring  word' 

To  fink  my  fears  again  ; 
And  cheerfully  my  foul  fhall  wait 

Here  three-fcore  years  and  ten.  J 

CVIII.   J^eci/j  to  !he  throne  of  Grace  hy  a  Midiatot 

1  r~^  €>  M  E,  \tt  U5  "Ah  cor  joyful  eyes 

\^   Uy  to  tiie  Courts  above, 
Jird  imile  to  fee  our  Frither  ihi.rs 

Upon  a  throne  of  ]ove. 

31  Once  'tv/a»  a  feat  of  dreadful  wratb* 

And  ihot  d':'vo*)rjng  flame  ; 
Ocf  God  appeared  conftimin^  £re. 

And  Vengeance  was  his  :.ame. 

3  Rkh  were  the  drops  of  Jerus'  blood, 

Wh'.ch  calrr;*d  his  frcwninj;  ^ace  ; 
Which  fpritikled  o*er  the  bu:aing  throne^ 

And  (urn*'a  th.e  wrath  to  grace  i 

X  Now  wt  n^ay  bcw  before  his  feet,. 

An^  venture  near  ^.he  Lord  ; 
Ko  fiery  cheruiTi  ^^uards  his  feac* 

Ng  double  fiimin;;  f,v:>rd:, 

<  ru 


B.IL      S  PI  SITU  A  L    SONGS,      al|. 

5  The  peaceful  gates  of  heav'aly  bufs 
Are  oper.'d  by  the  Son  ; 

Hi.i^h  let  us  raife  our  notes  of  praife. 
And  resch  th*  alrnighcy  throne. 

6  To  Thee  ten  thoufand  thanks  we  bring:,. 
Great  Advocate  on  hig^s  ; 

And  glory  zo  th'  eterna:  King,- 

WfiO  lays  his  fary  by.  "^ 

CiX.     Oi?  Darkm/s  cf  F rovidence-i 

I  T     ORD,  we  adore  thy  vaftdgiignsj, 
I  J  Tk'  obfcure  ab>fs  of  Providence  \ 
Toe  dcsp  to  Tound  wi:h  Hiortal  Jiaes 
Too  dark  to  viev)  with  feeble  fenfe. 

3^  Now  ihcu  array 'ft  thine  awful  face 
In  angry  frowns,  without  a  imije  : 
We,  tkro'  the  cload.,  believe  thy  grace. 
Secure  of  thy  compsfnen  uill. 

3  Thro'  feas  and  ftorri  cf  deep  dlRreis^ 
'  We  iail  by  faiih,  an:;  fioi  L-y  i]ght  ; 
Faith  guides   ns  in  ine  ^^  jj jcrnef^^, 
Thro^all  the  terrcrs  of  the  night. 

4.  Dear  Father,  if  thy  lifced  rod 
Reiblve  to  ■:;oLirge  us  here  bslow  ; 
Still  let  us  lean  xx^-'^i^''^  our  God^, 
Thine  arm  fball  bear  us  fafely  through. 

CX,— — —  "/?v'&7A'/'i'    o^aer   Deaths   in  hcp£   of  ihf 
Ueju^reBion. 

I      t%^  N  I>  muft  this  body  die  ? 
^\   This  mortai  frame  decay  ?• 
And  moil  thefe  adive  lisibs  of  mine 
Lie  moiild'ring  in  the  eJay  ? 

Z-  Corruption,  earth,  and  worms 
^Shaii  bai  refine  this  fiefn  ; 

^Ti]l 


rgi  HYMNS     AKt  BAi 

*Ti]l  niy  trltsmphant  Ipirit  come.^, 
To  pat  It  ou  alreih. 

3  God,  my,  Rc.ieemc'f,  livet— 
And  of:cn  frooj  the  ikiet. 

Looks  down,  and  watches  all  my  doS« 
'Till  he  a.all  bid  u  riie. 

4  Array'd   it  glor'ous  grace 
Sliall  thcle  vile  bodies  fhine  ; 

And  ev'ry  (hape,  ana  ev'ry  face 
IjOak  heav'nly  and  divine- 

5  Thefe  lively  hopss  we  owe 
To  Jefus*  dying  love  ; 

We  would  aciore  his  grace  beJow, 
And  ^ng  his  pow'r  above. 

6  Dear  Lord,  accept  the  praife 
Of  thfcf*  cur  hun/D!e  fongs — 

*TiIl  tunes  of  n®bler  fftund   we  raife 
With  our  iaamcrtai  tongues. 

. CXI.    Thank/gi'ving for  Viaory, 

\  ^  ION  rejoice,  and  Judah  fmg, 
#  4  Ths  Lord  affames  his  throne  ; 

JSeW'Engknd  own  the  heav'niy  King, 
And  make  hjs  glories  known. 

a  Th»  great,  the  wicked,  and  the  proad, 
Frorr.  tlitir  high  feats  are  huri'd  ; 

Jehovah  rides  upon  a  cloud, 
And  thunde.'s  thro'  the  woild. 

3,  He  reigns  upon  th*  eternal  hiiJs,. 

Diftrjbutes  iHvOrtal  c/ovvns  ; 
Bcnpires  are  fix'd  beneath  his  fmiics. 

And  totter  at  his  frowns. 

^  Navies  which  rule  the  ocean  wide. 
Are  vark;jiji}h*db3f  his.  bxeash  ; 


tAL       SPIRITUAL     S-ONGS.      sg^ 

And.  legrans,   arin'd  vvkh  pow'r  and  pride^j 
Delcend  to  wat^'ry  dc/aih. 

5  Let  tyrants  make  no  more  prefce.ncs 

To  vex  oar  happy  land  ; 
Jehovah's  nan^e  is  our  defencej. 

Our  buckler  is  his  haiid» 

[6  Stall  may  tne  King  of  grace  dsfcend 

To  rule  us  by  his  word  ; 
And  ail  the  honors  v?e  can  give. 

Be  cfFer'd  to  the  Lord.]' 
CXIl.     Amels  Trunijlring  ic   Ch.rifi  and  SamtS-^  . 

^/"^RSAT  God  !   to  what  a  glor'ous  height 
\jj  Hail  chou  advanc'dthe  Lord^  thy  Son,! 
Angels  in  all  iheir  robc-ii  of  light. 
Are- made  the  itrva-Tas  of  his  throne* 

2  Before  hii  htt  thioe  armies  w^it. 
And  frvift  as  flames  or  5re  they  move. 
To  mana-'e  his  alFairs  of  ^ace 

In  wcrkr?  of  yengeance,  and  ofiov^^ 

3  His  orders  run  through  ail  the  hoils. 
Legions  defcend  at  his  connmand. 

To  lliield  and  gp.ard  thefe  Weftem  coaft^^ 
When  foreiga  rage  invades  our  Und, 

4  New  they  are  fent  to  guide  our  feet 
tjp   to  the  gates  of  thine  abode  ;,  ;-.-« 
Throigh  all  the  dangers  vvhicb  we  laeet 
la  travelling  the  hea'/'nly  road. 

5  Lord,  when  I  leave  this  fftorcal  groundv 
And  thou  ft  ait  bid  ij\e  rife,  ^x\6  eomS'-^ 
Send  a  beloved  angel  down. 

Safe  to  coridaft  my  i'^'u'w.  home. 

V  ^"Y^  H  E  maieHy  of  Sclorooa, 
J.     How  glor'oqs  to  behoid-- 

1U 


i?g  HYMNS     A??  5  B.n. 

The  fervants  waiting  roand  his  throne. 
The  iv'ry,  and  the  gold  ! 

2  But,  mighty  God  !  thy  palace  ihines 

Wich  far  fuper'or  beams  ; 
Thine  aegei-guards  are  fwift  as  winds. 

Thy  minifiers  are  flames. 

[3.,  Soon  as  thine  only  Son  had  made 

His  entrance  on  the  earth, 
A  Ihining  array  dovynward  fled. 

To  celebrate  his  birth. 

4.  And  when,  opprefs'd  with  pains  and  fears^ 
On  the  cold  ground  he  lies— 

SehoiQ — a  heav'nly  forna  appears, 
T*  allay  his  agonies.] 

5.  Now,  to  the  hands  of  Chrifl,  our  King,. 
Are  all  th'eir  legions  giv'n  ; 

They  wait  upon  his  faints,  and  bring 
His  chofen  heirs  to  heav'n. 

6  Pleafure  and  praife  run  through  their  ho^s.. 

To  fee  a  fmner  tarn  ; 
Then  fatan  has  a  captive  loft. 

And  Chrift — a  fubject  born. 

Y  Bat  there-s  an  hour  of  brighter  joy> 

When  he  bis  angeis  fends 
Obftinate  rebels  to  deftioy> 

And  gather  in  his  friends. 

S  Oh  !  could  I  fay,  without  a  doubt. 

There  mall  nr.y   foul  be  -'ou-d — 
Then  let  the  great  arch  ang^l  (hout— 

And  iheiail  truiiipet  Icund  ! 

GXiV.    Cbrift's  Death,    FltSory,  and  Dam im on, 

1  T   SING  cny  Siviour's^Vrrd'roMs  death— 
X  He  conquer  J  wh^n  hei»H  ; 

Thft 


l^.fL-      SPIRITUAL     SONGS,      tt^ 

*Tis  finifp' d-^^-xil  hie  dying  breath-*^ 
And  (hook  tAe  0;a£es  of  helL 

%  ^Tis finiJh^d-^QMT  Emman'el  cries-= 

The  dreadful  nvor'<  is  dsris^^' 
HeRce  fhail  nis  fov'reign  throne  arile  % 

His  KiagdofQ  is  begatt. 

2  His  crofs  a  A^re  foaadation  laid, 
^^KiV  gJory  and  renowa  \ 

When,  throttgh  the  regions  ofthedead> 
He  pafs'ci  to  reach  the  crovvn, 

4  Exalted  at  \A%  Feather's  ficie. 
Sits  oar  viftor'cas  Lord  ; 

To  heav'nand  he!l,  his  handi  divide 
The  vengeance  cr  reward. 

5  The  faints,  from  his  propiii-as  cys,- 
Av^'.'iit  tkeir  lev^ral  Ciowa.s  ; 

And  all  the  i'oi^s  of  darknel's  % 
The  terror  of  his  frowns. 

-— 'CXV'.— God   th'g  dinger  sf  lis  Sainit, 

J  TJ  I  ^H  as  the  hcav'ns  above  the  grousd/ 

fj    Reigns  the  Cre::tor,  God  ; 
Wide  as  (he  s/hole  creation's  tuuiid* 

Extemds  his  av^'fal  nod. 

%  Let  princes,  m  exalted  (late. 

To  him  arc'ibi?  their  crown  ; 
Ksnder  their  homage  at  his  feet. 

And  cad  their  glories  down. 

3  Kriow  that  his  K.ingdcTn  is  fuprenie. 
Year  bfty  though  is  are  vain  j 

He  calls  you  Gods,  that  awful  oame,. 
But  ye  tnaft  die,  like  men, 

4  Then  let  the  rov*reigns  of  the  globes 
Not  dare  IQ  vejc  the  j,'jft  ; 


g9«  H  Y  .M  N  S     A-??7>  B.Hv 

He  put:-  on  vcnge-ince  like  a  robe* 
Aud  tr5;;id3  th^  worms  to  dull, 

5  Ye  judges  of  the  earth,  be  v,iCs, 

And  think  of  heav'n  with  fear  I 
The  meaneft  Taint  whom  you  defpife. 

Has  an  Avtuger  there. 

CXVI.    Mercies  an^  Thanh,      . 

1  TT  O  W  can  I  fiak  iviik  fuch  a  prop 
Jfl   As  my  eternal  God  ; 

Who  bears  the  earth's  huge  pillars  up. 
And  ipjeads  the  heav'ns  abroad  ? 

2  Hew  can  i  die  while  Jefus  lives. 
Who  rofe,  and  left  the  dead  } 

FardoB  and  grace  niy  foui  receives 
From  mine  exalted  Head. 

[3  Ai!  that  I  air,,  and  all  1  faave^ 

Shall  be  for  ever  thine  ; 
Whate'er  niy  duty  bids  noe  give, 
^    My  cheariul  hands  refign. 

4  Yet,  if  I  might  make  fome  refervc. 
And  dcty  did  not  call, 

1  icve  isii  God   with  zeal  {q  great. 

That  !  rliDuid  give  hiai  ail. 

CXVII.     Lhiy'mg  cr.d  dying  iciih  Gc6  fre/exU 

I  CANNOT  bear  thine  abfence.  Lord— 
My  life  e^'pires  if  ihoo  depart  ; 
Be  thou,  my. heart,  ^iill  near  my  God, 
And  thou,  ray  God,  ftill  near  my  heart. 

2  f  was  not  bcH^n  for  earth  or  fin. 
Nor  can  I  five  on  things  fo  viJe  ; 
Yet  I  will  i*.ay  niy  Father's  limc. 
And  hoot  ar.d  wait  for  heav'a  a  while. 

%  Then 


j>.II.       SPIRITUAL    SONGS,       2|: 

3  Then,  deareri  Lord,  in  thine  embrace. 
Let  me  rengn  my   ilee-ing  breath  ;  • 

i^nd,  with  a  i'rni'e  upon  my  face, 
Pais  the  imporLant  honr  o?  Qsa'h. 

CXVILI.    Tl^e  Fruf!ho0d  0/ Chm. 

1  TJLOOD  has  a  voice  to  pierce  the  iklesj 

X>  Rei'enge  the  tlood  of  Abel  cries  5 
But  the  dear  ibeam,   when  Chiift  was  Cain, 
Spoke  peace  as  louc  trora  ev'ry  vein. 

:t   Pardon  and  peace  from  Go  d  on  high  ; 
Sehold  !    he  lays  his  venge::--:e  bv  I 
And  rebels  who  deferve  hi- 
Become  the  fav 'rites  oFth-    -■::.:, 

3   To  Jefiis  let  oar  praifes  nie, 
Who  gave  his  iife  a  iacrifice  ; 
/"ow  he  appear?  kzvDte  hi?.  G-od, 
Andj  for  ooj  ds'-gch,  rV^ic  i.:^  v':"-:. 


^e  ^-oly   ^-c; 


2  The  voluiije  -of  niy  Father's  grace 
Does  s!l  my  grie^afTuaae  ; 

Here  I  behold  my  Sav-our's  :'ace 
Almcft  in  ev'ry  page, 

[3  This  is  the  fic-d  vyhere  hidden  lies 
The  pear]  of  price  unknown  ; 

That  merchant  is  divinely  wiie. 
Who  makes  the  p^^rl  h:S  cv,  n. 

4  Here  con  Tec  rat  fd  warer  .nows. 
To  «|aenci-i  my  thirii  ^f/m  5 


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Here  the  fair  tree  of  knowleoge  grows, 
No  danger  dwells  £hcrein/| 

,5  This  is  the  Judge,  who  ends  ibe  ilrifa 

Where  wit  and  reafon     fail  ; 
My  guide  to  everlafting  Hfe, 

Thro*  all  this  gloomy  vale. 

6  Oh.,  may  thy  ccirfeLs,  mighty  Gob, 

My  rovirg  fee^  con>majd  ; 
Nor  T  forjaxe  the  ha:  py  -''oad 

Which  Jeads  to  tny  right  hand  ! 

CXX.   ^he.La-'M  and  Gofpsljaned  in  the  Scriptu*--^ , 

1  "-|~'''HE  Lord  dciares  his  will, 

J^      And  keeps  the  ^-orld  in  a-A'e  ; 
Amidft  the  fmoak  on  Sin-d's  iiill. 
Breaks  out  hisriicry  law. 

2  TbeXord  reveai'd  his  fiice  ; 
And,  {mUlng,  from  above, 

trends  cJQ'A/n  the  gofnel  of  his  grace, 
Th*  epifiSes  of  his  love. 

.3   Thefe  fncred  ^/ords  impart 
Our   Iviriker*s  jufl  commands  ; 
The  p'iiy  of  his  melting  he^rt 

And  venc^e.ince  of  .his  hands, 

[4   fTence  wc  awake  our  5rar, 
We  dr-dw  our  comfort  hence  j 
The  arms  of  g^ace  are  treafur'd  harej 
Our  armour  of  defence. 

C   We  Jesrn  Chrlft  crncify'd.^ 
And  here  behold. his  h]<ni  ,; 
Ml  Sfo  and  knovvieogcs  br^de, 
W'll  do  us  littJe  good.] 

^  V/c.  r<"?d  ihe  heav'r.'y  ^vcsrd  ^ 
We  Ude  (He  offer 'd  gr$<;e* 


l.ir>      SPIRITUAL    SONGS.       2.93 

Obey  the  flatutes  of  the  Lord, 

And  trull  his  promfres. 
J  In  vain  fhall  Satan  rage 

Againft  a  book  divine. 
Where  wrath  and  lightning  guard  the  pa^e^ 

Where  beams  of  mercy  ihine.  ^"^ 

CXXI. — The  Lanv  and  Go/pel  dij}inguijhgd. 
*  ^X^  H  E  law  commands,  and  makes  us  knovv 

X      What  duties  to  our  God  vvs  Gv\e  ; 
But  *tis  the  gofpel  mull  reveal 
Where -lies  our  ftrength  to  do  his  will. 

2  Thelawdifcovers  guilt  and  fin,    ^ 
And  (hews  how  vile  our  hearts  have  been^ 
Only  the  gofpei  can  exprefs 
Forgiving  love,  and  clean fmg  grace. 
J  What  curfes  doth  I'v^t  law  deneunce 
^gainll  the  man  who  fails  but  once  ? 
3ut,  in  the  gofpei,  Chrifl  appears 
"•ard'ning  the  guilt  of  num'rous  years. 

My  foul,  no  more  attempt  to  draw 
Thy  life  and  comforts  from  the  law  ; 
?ly  to  the  hope  the  go(^t\  gives  : 
The  man  who  trulls  The  promife,  lives. 

CXXIL    Retiremmt  and  Medltatim^ 

T\/F  ^  ^°^'  P^"'"^*-  ^®  ^'Ot  to  be 
IVl   A  ftranger  to  myfelf  and  thee  ; 

Imidft  a  thoufand  thoughts  I  rove, 

'orgetfal  of  my  higheil  Ipve. 
Why  fi-.oald  my  palHons  mix  with  eartli, 

Ud  thus  debafe  my  hsav'niy  birth  ! 

Vhy  fnoaldl  cleave  to  things  below, 

^ad  Isc  my  God,  my  Saviour  go  > 


194.  HYMNS     AN»  B.Il. 

3  Call  me  away  from  flefh  and  fenfe. 
One  fov'reign  word  can  draw  me  thence  5 
I  would  obey  the  voice  divine. 

And  all  infer'or  joys  refign. 

4  Be  earth,  with  all  her  fcenes,  withdrawn  ; 
Let  noife  and  vanity  be  gone  ; 

In  fecret  iilence  of  the  mind. 

My  heav'n,  and  there  my  God,  I  find. 

CXXIII.    The  Benejit  of  public  Ordinances, 

1  ^   W  A  y  from  ev'ry  mortal  care, 
Jt\^  Away  from  earth,  our  fouls  retreat ; 

We  leave  this  worthlefs  world  afar. 
And  wait  and  worihip  near  thy  feat. 

2  Lord,  in  the  temple  of  thy  grace 
We  fee  thy  feet,  and  we  adore  i 
We  gsze  upon  thy  lovely  face. 
And  learn  the  wonders  of  thy  pow'r. 

3  While  here,  our  var'ous  wants  we  mourn. 
United  groans  afcead  on  high  : 
And  prayer  bears  a  quick  return 
Of  bleffings  in  variety. 

[4  If  fatan  rage,  and  fin  grow  llrong. 
Here  we  receive  fome  chearing  word  ; 
We  guard  the  gofpel-armour  on. 
To  fight  the  battles  of  the  Lord. 

5  Or  if  our  fpirit  faints  and  dies, 
(Our  confcience  gali'd  with  inward  flings) 
Here  doth  the  righc'ous  fun  arife. 
With  healing  beams  beneath  his  wings.] 

6  Father  !   my  foul  would  ftili  abide 
V/ithin  thy  temple,  near  thy  fde  : 
But  if  my  feet  mull  hence  depart, 
Stiii  keep  thy  dv'-lling  v.\  m;  heart- 

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CXXIV.    Moses,   Aaron,  ^W  Joshua. 

I  <^  I '^  I  S  not  the  law  of  tea  commands, 

J^      On  holy  Sinai  giv'n  , 
Or  Tent  to  men  by  Mofes'  hands. 

Can  bring  us  fafe  to  heav'n. 
I2  'Tis  not  the  blood  which  Aaron  fpilty 

Nor  fmoke  of  Aveereii:  fmell, 
Can  buy  a-pardoa  for  oar  gwiU, 

Or  fave  oar  fouls  from  holi. 

3  Aaron,  the  prlefl.  refigns  his  breathy 
At  God's  innmed'ate  will  ; 

And,  in  the  defart,  yields  to  death 
Upon  th'  appointed  hill^, 

4  And  thus,  on  Jordan's  yonder  fide. 
The  tribes  ot  Ifr'el  Hand, 

While  Mofes  aow'd  his  head  aijd  dy'd 
Short  cf  the  proniis'd  land. 

5  Ifr'el  rejoice,  now  *  Jolh'a  leads  ! 
He'll  bring  year  tribes  to  reft  • 

So  far  the  Saviour's  name  exceeds 
The  luler  and  the  prieil;. 

CXXV.      Faii/y   and   Repemance,    Vnhdkf  and 
Jmpefiitence, 

I  ?  S  and  immortal  joys  are  given 
To  foals  who  mourn  the  fins  they've  done. 

Children  of  wrath  mads  heirs  of  heav'n. 

By  faith  in  God's  eternal  Son. 

2  Woe  to  the  wretch  who  never  felt 

The  inward  pangs  of  pioas  grief, 

Eut  adds  to  all  his  crying  guilt 

The  flubboria  lin  of  unbelief. 

"'  Thsfamg  n*jiih  Jefus,  andjignijiesa  S&'uiour^ 


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3  The  law  condemns  the  rebel  dead. 
Under  the  wrath  of  God  he  lies  : 
He  feals  the  curfe  en  his  own  head. 
And  \iith  a  double  vengeance  dies. 

CXXVI.      Gou  glorijiedin  the  Ga/peL 

1  -^  I  "^  H'  E  Lord,  defcendiag  from  above, 

i      Invites  his  children  near  ; 
While  pow'r  and  truth,  and  boundiefs  love 
Difplay  their  glories  here. 

2  Here,  iu  the  gofpel's  wondVoas  frame, 
Frefn  wi.'dom  we  may  view  ; 

A  thoufand  angels  learn  thy  name. 
Beyond  whaie'er  they  knew. 

3  Thy  name  is  writ  in  faireft  lines. 
Thy  v.'onders  here  we  trace  : 

T/ifdom  thro'  all  the  myit'ry  inlnes. 
It  fhines  in-Jefas'  face. 

4  The  law  i[s  bell  obcd'ence  oivcs 
To  our  incarnate  God  ; 

And  thy  revenging  jufiice  iliows 
Its  honors  in  his  blood. 

5  But  flill  the  loftre  o^  thy  grace 
Our  warmer  thoughts  employs  ; 

Gilds  the  whole  fcene  with  blighter  rays. 
And  more  exalts  our  joys. 

CXXVII.      Circumcif.cn  and  Baptyin,- 
(Written  only  far  thofe  ^vho  practice  ths  Baptiji 
of  Infants.) 

1  '~"r^H US  did  ci'C  Tons  of  Abra'm  pafs 

^      Under  the  bloody  feal  of  grace  I 
Th.e  youni;  difcipies  bore  the  yoke, 
'Till  Chrijt  tiiC  painful  bondage  broke. 

2  By  milder  ways  doth  Jefus  prove 
His  Father's  covenant  snd  his  love  j 


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He  feals  to  faint?  his  glor'ous  grace^ 
And  not  forbids  their  infant  race. 

5  Their  feed  is  fprinkled  with  his  blood. 
Their  children  fet  a  part  for  God  ;    - 
His  fpirit  on  their  offspring  (hed, 
ike  water  pour*d  upon  the  head. 
4.  Let  ev'ry  faint,  with  chearful  voice, 
Jn  this  large  covenant  rejoice  ; 
Young  children,  in  their  early  days. 
Shall  give  the  God  of  Abra'm  praife, 

CXXVIir.     Corrupt  Nature  from  Adam. 

1  "FJ  LEST  with  the  joys  of  innocence, 
J3   Adam,  oar  Father,  flood  5 

'Till  he  debas'd  his  foul  tofenfe. 
And  eatth'  unlawful  food. 

2  Now  we  are  born  a  fens'al  race. 
To  finful  joys  inclin'd  ; 

Reafon  has  loii  its  native  place. 
And  fleih  enllaves  the  mind. 

3  While  fleih,  or  fenfe,  or  paffion  reigns. 
Sin  is  the  fvveeteil  good  : 

We  fancy  mufic  in  our  chains. 
And  fo  forget  our  load. 

4  Great  God  l  renew  our  ruin'd  frame. 
Our  broken  povv'rs  refcore  ; 

Infpire  us  with  a  heav'nly  flame. 
And  flefh  (hall  reign  r-o  more. 

5  Eternal  fpirit  I  write  thy  law 
Upon  our  inward  parts  ; 

And  let  the  fecond  Adam  draw 
S       His  imagQ  on  oui  hearts. 

^^^  QXXIX, 


j^g  H  y  M  N  S     ainS  B. 

CXXIX.     We  ^alk  by  Faith j  not  hy  Sigi 

I  '''"TT^I  S  by  the  faith  of  joys  to  come 

X      We  walk  thro'  defarts  dark  as  nighi 
'Till  we  arrive  at  heav'n,  our  home, 
Paith  is  cur  guide,  and  faith  our  light. 

1  The  want  of  fight  (he  well  fupplies-— 
bhe  makes  the  pearly  gates  appear  j 
Far  into  aidant  worlds  fhe  pries, 
-ilnd  brings  eternal  glories  near. 

3  Chearful  we  tread  the  defart  through, 
\Vhile  faith  colledls  the  heav'nly  ray  ; 
Though  lions  roar,  and  tempefls  blow, 
And  rocks  and  dangers  fill  the  way. 

4  So  Abra'm,  by  divine  command. 
Left  his  own  houfe  to  walk  with  God  ; 
His  faith  beheld  the  promis'd  land, 
i\nd  iir'd  his  zeal  along  the  road. 

CXXX.     ^he  fie-vj  Creation, 

I      A    T  TEND,  while  God's  exalted  So 
Xx,  Doth  his  own  glories  fhew  : 

**^  — —Behold,  I  fit  upon  my  throne, 
'^  Creating  all  things  new. 

**   2  Nature  and  fin  are  pafs'd  away, 

"   And  the  old  Adani  dies  ; 
**  My  hands  a  new  foundation  lay— 

**  See  the  new  world  arife. 

*'  3  I'll  be  a  Sun  of  Right'oufnefs 
**  To  the  new  heav'ns  I  make  ; 

**  None  but  the  new-born  heirs  of  grace 
*'  My  glory  (hall  partake." 

4  Mighty  Redeemer  !  fet  me  Uqq 

From  my  old  ftate  of  fin  : 
©h,  make  my  foul  alive  to  Thee, 

Create  Ta^w  pow'rs  wiihin  : 

r  Reac 


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5  Renew  mine  eyes,  and  form  mine  ears^ 
And  ^ould  my  heart  afrelh  ; 

Give  me  new  paffioas,  joys  and  fears j, 
And  turn  the  flone  to  Eefii. 

6  Far  from  the  regions  of  the  dead-—' 
From  Cm^  and  earth,  and  hell  ; 

In  the  new  world  which  grace  has  made, 
I  would  forever  dwell. 

CXXXr.  Th  Excellency  of  Chrifilan  RsUgim-^ 

I  Y     ET  everlafting  glories  crown 

i  J  Thy  head,  ray  Saviour,  aad  my  Lord  5 
Thy  hands  have  brought  falvacion  down. 
And  writ  the  bleffings  in  thy  word. 

[2  What  if  we  trace  the  globe  around;^ 
And  fearch  from  Britain  to  Japan  .? 
There  fhall  be  no  religion  found 
Sojuft  to  God,  fo  fafe  for  man.] 

3  In  vain  the  trembling  confcience  feeks 
Some  folid  ground  to   reft  upon  ; 

With  long  defpair  the  fpirit  breaks, 
^Till  we  apply  to  Chrift  alone. 

4  How  well  thy  bleiTed  truths  agree  I 
How  wife  and  holy  thy  commands  \ 
Thy  promifes,  how  ftrong.  th^.be  ! 
How  firm  our  hope  or  comfort^nds  ! 

[5  Not  the  feign'd  fields  of  heath'nifli  blifs 
Could  raife  fuch  pleafures  in  the  mind  ; 
Nor  does  the  Turkifh  paradife 
Pretend  to  joy  fo  well  refin'd.] 

%  Should  all  the  forms  which  men  devife, 
AiTault  my  faith  with  treach'rous  art, 
I'd  call  them  vanity  and  lies. 
And  bind  ths  ^^^vfiX  to  my  heart, 

CXXXII. 


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B.II, 


^CXXXII.    r/pc  Ojices  c/Clui^.— 

1  TT  7E  blefs  the  prophet  of  the  Lord, 

Y  y     Who  corses  with  troth  and  grace  f 
Jefus,  thy  Spirit,  and  thy  word 
Shall  lead  us  in  thy  ways. 

2  We  revVence  oar  High-Prieft  above. 
Who  afFci^'d  yp  his  blood, 

And  lives  to  carry  on  his  love. 
By  pleading  with  our  God. 

3  We  honor  our  exalted  King  ; 
How  fweet  arc  his  comsianda  \ 

He  guards  our  fouls  from  hell  and  fin, 
8y  his  almighty  hands. 

4  Hofanna  to  his  glor'cns  name. 
Who  faves  by  diiF'rent  ways  ; 

His  mercies  lay  a  fov'reign  claim 
To  our  immortal  praife. 
CXXXIII.   The  Operaticns  of  the  Hsiy  Spirit. 

1  T-p  TE  RN  A  L  Spirit  !  we  confefs, 
JP/  And  fmg  the  wonders  of  thy  grace  j. 

Thy  pow*r  conveys  our  bleflings  dowa 
Frcm  God  the  Father,  and  the  Son. 

2  Enlighten'd  by  thin«  heav'nly  ray. 
Oar  jdiades  and  darknefs  turn  to  day  : 
Thi«e  inward iteachings  make  us  know 
Our  danger,  and  our  refuge  too. 

3  Thy  pow'r  and  glory  work  within^ 
And  break  the  chains  of  reigning  fin  ; 
Do  our  imper'ous  lu(ls  iubdue. 

And  form  our  wretched  hearts  anew. 

4  The  troubled  confcience  knows  thy  voice, 
Thy  cH  firming  words  awake  our  joys ; 

Thy  words  allay  the  floimy  wind. 
And  calm  the  furg?s  of  the  mind. 

CXXXIV. 


B.n.     SPIRITUAL    SONGS,      sss 

CXXXIV.     Circumcijton  aholijhed^ 

1  ^"1  "^  H  E  promife  \yas  divinely  free, 

j^      Exteniive  was  the  grace  5. 
«*  I  will  the  God  cf  Abra'oi  be. 
•'*  And  of  his  naai'rous  race." 

2  He  faid — and,  with  a  bloody  fealj^ 
Confirmed  the  words  he  fpoke  ; 

Long  did  the  fons  of  Abra'm  feel 
The  iharp  and  painml  yoke. 

3  'Till  God's  own  Son,  defeendlng  lowv 
Gave  his  own  Pieili  to  bleed  \ 

And  Gentiles  lafte  the  bleirings  now. 
From  the  hard  bondage  freed. 

4  The  God  of  Abra'm  claims  our  praife^ 

His  pron;irt;3  endure  ; 
And  Chril^,  ihc  Lord,  in  gentiler  ways. 
Makes  the  ialvation  lure.   , 

CXXXV.     Types  and  Prophecies  of  Chrift> 

BEHOLD   the  woman's  promWd.  kzd^ 
Beho'd  the  great  MeiTiah  coaie  1 
i-eiiofd  the  prophets  ali  agreed 
To  give  him  the  faper'or  room  !^ 

2  Abra'm,  the  fiinr,  rejoic'd  of  old,. 
When  vifions  of  the  Lord  he  faw  1 
Mofes,  the  Man  of  God,  fbietold 
This  great  fulfiller  ofhis  law. 

3  The  types  bore  witnefs  to  his  na«ie, 
Obtained  their  chief  defigns  and  ceas'd  5, 
The  incenrs,  and  the  bleeding  Larab, 
l"'he  ark,  the  ahar^  and  the  prieii.. 

4  Predictions  in  abundance  meet. 
And  join  their  blefTings  on  his  head  ^ 
I  .A- ,  vve  worfhip  at  thy  feet  j 

-  .yidonsown  the  prQinis'd  feed. 

CXXXVL 


202.  H  Y  M  N  S     ANjj  B.Ii 

CXXXVr.    MJtacIes  at  the  Birth  \f  Chrift. 

X  ^TT^  H  E  King  of  glory  fends  his  Son 

^      To  make  his  entrance  on  this  earth  ; 
Behold,  the  midnight  bright  as  noon, 
And  heav'niy  hofts  dscljire  his  birth  \ 

2  About  the  yoanj^  Iledeemer's  head 
What  wonders  and  what  glories  meet  \ 
An  unknown  ftar  arcfe,  and  led 

The  eaflern  fages  to  his  faet^ 

3  Simeon  and  Anna  both  confpire 
The  infan:  Saviour  to  proclaim  ; 
Inward  they  felt  the  facred  fire, 

And  blefs'd  the  bube,  and  o\vn*d  his  name. 

4  Tho'  Jew  and  Greeks  blafpheme  aloud. 
And  treat  the  holy  Child  with  fcora  ; 
Cur  fauls  adore  th'  etetnal  God, 

Who  condefcended  to  be  born. 


CXXXVII.     Uirachs  in  the  Life,    Death,    n^d 
Hejur  reel  ion  cf  Chriil, 

EH  OLD  the  blind  their  fight  receive  ! 
Beheld  the  dead  awake,  and  live  ! 
The  dumb  fpeak  wonders  !  and  the  lame 
Leap  like  the  heart  and  blefs  his  name  ! 

2  Thus  doth  th'  eternal  Spirit  own 
And  feal  the  mifHon  c!  the  Son  ; 
The  Father  vindicates  his  caufe. 
While  he  hangs  bleeding  on  the  crcfs. 

3  He  dies  !   the  heav'ns  in  mourning  ilood  ; 
He  fifes — and  appears  a  God  : 

Behold  the  Lord  afcending  high, 
No  more  to  bleed,  no  more  to  die   ! 

4  Hence,  and  forever,  from  my  heart 
1  bid  £ny  doubts  and  fears  depart  ; 

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And  to  thofe  hands  my  foal  refign, 
Y7Mch  bear  credentials  (o  divine. 

CXXXVIII.    Tbe  Po^er  of  ibe  GoJpeL 

J  /"Y^HI  S  is  the  word  of  truth  and  love, 

J^      Sent  to  the  nations  from  above  ; 
Jehovah  here  refolves  to  Ihew 
What  his  almighty  grace  can  do, 

2  This  remedy  did  vvifdom  find. 
To  heal  difeafes  of  the  mind  ; 

This  fov'reign  balm,  whofe  virtues  can 
Reftore  the  ruinM  creature,  man. 

3  This  gofpel  bids  the  dead  revive  ; 
Sinners  obey  the  voice,  and  live  ; 

Dry  bones  are  rais'd,  and  cloath'd  afreih  5 
^ad  hearts  of  Hone  are  tam'd  to  ficlh, 
[4  Where  fatan  reign'd  in  fhades  of  night. 
The  gofpel  Urikes  aheav'nly  light  5 
Our  lufis  its  wond'rous  pow'r  controuls^ 
^  And  calms  the  rage  of  angry  fonls,] 
^5  Lions  and  beafts,  ©f  fsvage  name. 
Put  en  the  rature  of  the  lamb  ; 
While  the  wide  v^orld  efieems  it  ftrange. 
Gaze,  and  admire,  and  hate  the  change.] 
6  May  bat  this  grace  my  foul  renew  ; 
Let  fmners  gaze  and  hate  me  too  ; 
The  word  R-hich  faves  me,  docs  engage 
A  fare  defence  from  all  their  rage. 

CXXXIX.    The  Exampk  of  Chrido 

J  -m  ^  Y  dear  Redeemer,  and  my  Lord, 

j^Vj.   1  »'ead  my  duty  in  thy  word  i 
But  in  thy  lite  the  law  appears, 
Diawn  out  in  liying  chara^crs. 


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204  ^J  Y  M  N  S     AND  I.IL 

2  Such  was  thy  truth,  and  fuch  thy  zeal — 
Such  def  rence  to  thy  Father's  will — 
Such  love,  and  meeknefs,  fo  divine, 

1  would  tranfcribe,  and  make  them  mine. 

3  Cold  mountains,  and  the  midnight  air, 
V/itnefs  the  fei  ver  of  thy  pray'r  ;, 

The  defart  thy  temptations  kaew. 
Thy  conflift,  and  thy  vid'ry  too. 

4  Be  thou  my  pattern — make  me  bear 
More  of  thy  gracious  image  here  ; 

Then  God,  the  Judge,  ihall  own  my  name 
Among  ihs  foli*wers  of  the  Lasjb. 

CXL.    Examples  ofChriJi  and  the  Saints. 

3  f^  I  V  E  me  tke  wings  of  faith,  to  rife 
\j^  Within  the  veil,  and  fee 

The  faints  above  how  great  their  joys- 
How  bright  their  glories  be  ? 

2  Once  they  were  mourning  here  below. 
And  wet  their  couch  with  tears  ; 

They  wrtftled  hard,  as  we  io  now. 
With  fins,  and  doubts,  and  fears. 

3  I  afic  them  whence  their  vi^fl'ry  came  ? 
They,  with  uniied  breath, 

Afcribe  their  conqueil  to  the  Lamb  ; 
Their  triumph,  to  his  death. 

4  They  mark'd  the  footfteps  which  he  trod, 
(Kis  zeal  infpir'd  their  breaft) 

And,  foU'vviog  their  incarnate  God, 
Poii'efs  the  promis'd  refl. 

5  Our  glor'ous  Leader  claims  our  praife. 
For  his  own  pattern  giv'o  ; 

Whilii  the  lor.'g  cloud  of  witnefie* 
*)hew  the  fame  path  to  kcav'n, 

CXLL 


B.IL      6PIRITUAL    SONGS.     205 

g  1%  ^rY  Savjcar  God,  my  fov'reign  Prince? 

1  VX    ^^^gJ^s  far  abpve  the  ikies  ! 
^at  brings  his  graces  down  to  fenfe. 

And  helps  niy  faith  to  rife. 

%  My  eyes  and  ears  fhall  blefs  his  namCs 

They  read  and  hear  his  word  : 
My  touch  and  taite  thall  do  the  fame. 

When  they^eceive  the  Lord. 

3  Baptiimal  water  is  deilgn'd 
To  feal  his  cleaning  grace  5 

While  at  his  feaft  of  bread  znd  wine,, 
He  gives  his  faints  a  place  : 

4  But  not  the  waters  of  a  flood 
Can  make  my  Eefh  (o  clean  ; 

As  bv  his  fpirit,  and  his  bltod, 
Ke'll  wafh  my  foal  from  iin. 

5  Not  choiceR  meats,  or  nobleil  winesp 
So  much  my  heart  refrefh. 

As  when  my  faith  goes  through  the  figrn^ 
And  feeds  upon  his  flefh. 

6  I  love  the  Lord,  who  iloops  fo  low. 
To  give  his  word  a  feal  : 

But  the  rich  grace  his  hands  beilGW^ 
Exceeds  the  figures  £iji. 

CXLIL     Fakb  in  Qht'i^i  our  Sacrifae, 

I   ^PwT  O  T  ail  the  blood  ot  beafls 
X^     On  jewifh  altars  flain. 
Could  give  the  guilty  confcience  peace. 
Or  wafh  away  the  ^ain. 

z  But  Chrift,  the  heavenly  Larab, 
Takes  all  our  fins  away  ; 

A  facrihce 
S 


2o6  H  Y  M  N  S     AN»  B.H. 

A  facrifice  of  nobler  name. 

And  richer  blood  than  they, 

3  My  faith  would  lay  her  hand 
On  that  dear  head  of  thine. 

While,  like  a  penitent,  I  Hand,  ^ 

And  there  confefs  my  fin, 

4  My  foul  looks  back  to  fee 
The  hardens  thou  didd  bear. 

When  hanging  on  the  curfed  tree. 
And  hopes  her  guilt  was  there. 

9  Believing,  we  rejoice 
To  fee  the  curfe  remove  ; 
We  blefs  the  iamb  with  chearful  voice. 
And  fing  his  bleeding  love. 

CXLIII.     Flejh  and  Spirit. 

$,  TT7HAT  difF'rent  povv'rs  of  grace  and  fin 
VV     Attend  our  mortal  flate  ? 

1  hate  the  thoughts  which  work  within. 

And  do  the  works  I  hate. 

2  Now  I  complain,  and  groan,  and  die. 
While  fm  and  fatan  reign  : 

-Nor  raife  my  fongs  of  triumph  high. 
For  grace  prevails  again. 

3  Soxlarknefs  ftruggles  with  the  light, 
'Till  perfedt  day  arife  ; 

Water  and  fire  maintain  the  f»ght 
Until  the  weaker  dies, 

x|.  Thus  will  the  flelh  and  fpirit  Urive^ 

And  vex,  and  break  my  peace  ; 
Bat  I  fliall  quit  this  mortal  life. 

And  fin  for  ever  ceafe. 

CXLIV.     The  Effufton  of  the  Spirit. 

I  f~^  RRAT  was  the  day,  the  joy  was  great, 
vT  When  the  diviuc  dj.fciples  met  ; 

Whim 


8.IL      SPIRITUAL    SONGS,     207 

1 

Whilft  on  their  heads  the  Spirit  came^ 
4nd  fat  like  tongues  of  cloven  flames 
i  What  gifts,  what  miracles  he  gave  ! 
And  pow'r  to  give?  and  pow'r  to  fave  ! 
P^rniili'd  their  tongties  with  wgad'roiis  words 
inCuii  ofdtields,  and  fpears,  and  fwords, 

J  Thus  arm'd,  he  fent  his  champ'oas  forih^ 
From  eail  to  weil,  from  foJth  to  north  5 
"  Goj  and  afTert  your  Saviour's  caafe  5 
«*  Go.  fpread  the  myfl'ry  of  his  crofs,** 

4  Thefe  weapons  of  the  holy  war^ 
Of  what  almighty   force  they  are. 
To  make  our  iSabbcrn  pafiions  boWa 
And  iay  the  proudeft  rebel  low  ! 

5 'Nations,  the  learned  and  the  rude, 
Are  by  thefe  heav'nly  arms  fubda'd  j 
While  Satan  rages  at  his  lofs,. 
And  hates  the  dodlrine  of  the  crofs. 

6  Great  King  of  grace,  tny  heart  fubdue-* 

1  would  be  led  ra  triumph  too, 
A  williag  captive  to  my  Lord, 
And  {mg  the  vid'r ies  of  his  word. 

CXLV.     Sight  ihro'  a  Gla/s,  and  Face  to  Face, 

LOVE  the  windows  of  thy  grace. 
Through  which  my  Lord  is  feen^ 
And  long  to  .meet  my  Saviour's  face. 
Without  a  g]afs  between. 

2  Oh,  that  the  happy  hour  were  comCa 
To  change  my  faith  to  fight  ! 

I  fhould  behold  my  Lord  at  home 
In  a  diviner  light, 

I  Halle,  my  beloved,  and  remove 
Tk§k  in:erpofiog  days  ; 


2qS  hymns    and  B,ir 

Tfeen  fiia!!  my  paflions  all  be  love, 
.And  all  my  pow*rs  be  praife. 

CXLyi.     ^he  Vanity  ef  Creatures, 

1  T^ /r  A  N  has  a  foul  of  ^ft  defires, 
iVl.  ^^  burns  within  wich  reftiefs  fires  ! 

Toll  to  and  fro,  his  pa^ions  fiy 
from  vanity  to  vanity. 

2  In  vain,  on  earth,  we  hope  to  Hnd 

Some  folid  good  to  fill  the  ipiad  : 
"We  try  new  pieafares—but  we  feel 
The  inward  ihirft,  and  tornient  ftill, 

3  So,  Vi'hen  a  raging  fever  btarns, 
V/e  fhift  hom  fide  to  Ms,  fey  turns  ;  ■ 
And  'tis  a  poor  relief  we  gain. 

To  change  the  place  but  keep  the  pain. 

4  Great  God  1  fubdue  this  vicious  thirfl. 
This  love  to  vanity  and  dull  ; 

Cure  this  vile  fever  of  the  mind, 
/.nd  feed  our  fouls  with  joys  refin'd. 

CXLVIJ.   The  Creation  of  the  World,  Gen.  3. 
3   **  "^TOW  let  the  fpacious  world  arlfe," 

j3^    Said   the  Creator  Lord  : 
At  once  th*  obed'cnt  earth  and  ikies 
R-ofe  at  his  fov'reign  word. 

[2  Dark  was  the  deep  ;  the  waters  lay 
Confus'd,  and  drown'd  the  land  ; 

lie  call'd  the  li^ht— the  new-born  day 
Atti:nds  on  his  command. 

3  Ke  bids  the  clouds  afcend  on  hi^h  ; 

The  cioods  afcend,   and  bear 
A  wat'ry  treaftire  to  the  iky. 

And  float  on  fofier  air. 

4,  The  liquid  element  below, 
V7a5  gather *d  by  his  hand  ;. 


I 


^^■IL-     SPIRITUAL    SOHeSb     sof 

Vne  rolling  leas  together  fio^. 
And  leave  the  folid  land. 

5  With  herbs  and  plants  (a  How'ry  birth) 
The  naked  globe  he  crov/n'd. 

E'er  there  was  rain  to  blefs  the  earth. 
Or  fun  to  warm  the  ground. 

6  Then  he  adorn'd  the  upper  ikies  ; 
Behold  the  fan  appears  ; 

The  moon  and  ftars,  in  order  rife. 
To  jnsrk  out  months  and  years. 

7  Oat  cf  the  deep  th*  almighty  King; 
Did  vita!  oeings  frame  ; 

The  pointed  fowls  of  Qv^ry  wlngi^ 
And  fi(h  of  ev'  ry  name, 

S  He  gave  the  lion  and  the  worm 

Ac  once  their  wond'rous  birth  s 
And  grazing  beafcs,  of  var'ous  forss 

Rofe  from  the  teeming  earths 

9  Adam  was  frani'd  of  equa^  clay^ 
Tho'  fov'reign  of  the  reli, 

Defign'd  for  nobler  ends  than  they  ; 
With  God's  own  image  bleii. 

10  Thus,  gjor'ous  in  the  \4aker's  eyej,. 
The  young  creation  ilocd  ; 

He  faw  the  building  from  on  high. 
His  Vv'ord  p/onounc'd  it  good. 

11  Lord,  while  the  frame  of  nature  flandSp, 
Thy  praif;;   fh-iJl  fill  my  tongue  : 

But  tTie  new  world  of  grace  demand* 
A  more  exalted  fong. 

CXLVIIT.     God  reccncile^  iff  (:hrit,. 

S  Y\^  ^REST  of  'J]  the  names  above, 
1/  My  Jefus^  and  my  God  I 


%,io  H  Y  M.  N  S     A 1/5  B.  n. 

Who  can  reiin:  thy  heav'nly  love,. 
Of  trifle  with  thy  blood  ? 

s  *Tis  by  the  merits  of  thy  death 

The  Father  frailes  again  ; 
'Tis  by  thine  interceding  breath 

Tke  Ipirit  dwells  with  men, 

3  'Till  God,  in  human  fiefh,   I  fe?^ 
My  thoughts  no  comfort  find. 

The  holy,  juft,  and  facred  Thrfg 
Are  terrors  to  my  mind. 

4  But  if  Iciman'ei's  face  appear^ 
My  hope,  my  joy  ^begins  ; 

His  name  forbids  my  flavifh  fear. 
His  grace  removes  my  fias. 

^  While  Jews  on  their  own  law  rely. 

And  Greeks  of  wifdom  boall  ; 
I  love  th'  incarnate  myllery. 

And  there  I  fix  my  truH. 

CXLIX,     Honor  to  Magifiraleu 

1  INTERNAL  SovVeign  of  the  fey> . 
I^v   And  Lord  of  all  below> 

We,  mortals,   to  thy  Majelly  , 

Our  firix  obed'ence  owe. 

2  Our  fouls  adore  thy  throne  fupreme. 
And  blefs  thy  providence> 

For  saagiftrates,  of  meansr  name. 
Our  glory  and  defence. 

[3  The  rulers  of  thofe  Rates  fhall  ihine 

With  rays  above  the  reft, 
"Where  laws  and  liberties  combine 

To  make  the  nation  blefs'd.] 

4  Kingdoms  on  firm  fojBdations  taad, 
W.hiie  villus  Buds  reward  5 

Anv: 


mil.      S-FIRITUAL    SO.NGS,      2 

i  And  finners  periih  iiom  th<5  landp 
By  juflice*  and  the  fword, 

^.  Let  Csfar's  daebe  ever  paid 

To  Csefar  and  his  throae  ; 
Bolt  Confciences  and  foals  were  madts 

To  be  the  Lord's  alonv?. 

CL.     Tr^^  Deceitfulmfs  of  Sin. 

r    O  I  N  has  a  thGuiand  treachVoas  arts. 

k3  To  praclice  oa  che  mip.d  ; 
With  fla.tt'ring  looks  (he  tempts  our  hearcs^, 

But  leaves  a  fcing  behind, 

2  With  names -oF  virtue  ihe  deceives 
The  aged  sad  the  yoang  ; 

^nd,  while,  the  heedlefs  wretch  believes^  . 
She  makes  &!s  fetters,  ftrong. 

5  She  pk-nds  for  all  the  joys  (lie  briogSj , 

And  gi^23  a  fair  pretence  % 
But  chsats  the  fool  of  heav'nly  things. 

And  chains- it  down  to  fenfe, . 

4  So,  on  a  tree  divineJy  faiFj. 

Grew  the  forbidden  food  ; 
Our  mother  took  the  poifon  there, 

And  tainted  ali  her  blood. 

CLI.      Prophecy  and  Infpiration-, 

3  T^  ^^  ^^  by  an  order  from  the  Lord, 

J^      The  ancient  prophets  fpoke  his  wordj 
His  fpirit  did  their  tongues  infpire. 
And  vvarm'd  their  hearts  with  heav'nJy  fire. 
2.  The  works  and  wonders  which  they  wro't, 
Confirnr^'d  the  iiieir;jges  they  brought  ; 
Th     prophet's    pen  lucceedshis  breach. 
To  ^ave  the   holy  words  from  death. 

3   Great  God,  mine  eyes  with  pleafars  look  . 
On  the  dtar  volums  ofihy  book  3 


2^12 


H  Y  i.l  L 


There  my  Redeemer's  face  I  fee, 
And  read  his  name  who  dy*d  for  me. 
4  Let  the  falfe  raptures  of  the  mind 
Be  loft,  and  vanifh  in  the  wind  ; 
Here  I  can  fix  my  hope  lecure — 
This  is  my  word,  and  muft  endure. 

CLII.    Sinai  gkJ  Sion,  Hel).  xii.  *ver,  i8.  t^ci 

1  "V  T  O  T  to  the  terrors  of  the  Lord, 
J/%i    The  teriiperi,  fire,  and  fmoke  ; 

Not  to  the  thunder  of  that  word 
Which  God  on  Sinai  fpoke. 

2  But  we  are  come  to  Z ion's  hill. 

The  city  of  cur  God, 
Where  milder  words  declare  his  will. 
And  fpread  his  love  abroad, 

I  Behold  th'  innunerable  hoft 

Of  angels  death 'd  in  light  ! 
Behold  th'  fpii  .ts  cf  ihe  yi'it, 

Whoie  faith  is  turn'd  to  fight  ! 

4  Behold  the  blefs'd  affembly  there, 
Whoie  names  are  writ  in  heav*n  ! 

And  Gor.    the  fudge  rfcM^  declare* 
Their  vileil  fins  forgiv'n. 

5  The  faints,  on  earth,  and  all  the  deai,, 
But  one  commanion  make  ; 

All  join  in  Chrid;  iheir  living  Head, 
And  of  his  grace  partake. 

6  In  fnch  fociety  as  this 

My  werirv   io  1  wojld  r^(}  : 
The  vr-.p.n  ivho  ivvpl's  where  Jcfus  is, 
j^iuft  oe  foi  cy,r  uleft. 

CLIIT.    D  /?fmfer,  foUy,  and  madnefi  of  Jin,. 
I  O  1  N,   like  a  venomous  difeafe, 
i3  Infeiis  out  vital  blood  ; 


f.n,     SPIRITUAL     SONGS„       .tr^ 

The  only  balm  is  fov 'reign  gracs, 
Aad  the  phyiician,   God. 

2  Our  beauty  and  oav  flrength  are  Piedr 
And  we  draw  near  to  dea:h  ; 

Bat  Chr3ft>  the  Lord,  recalls  the  ds^d 
With  kis  almighty  breath. 

3  Madnefs,  by  natare,  reigns^  within. 
The  pafEons  burn  and  rag©  : 

'Till  God's  own  Son,  with  fkill  divine, 
Th2  inward  llr^aiTaage, 

[4  We  Ijck  :he  dufl,   we  grslp  the  wind), 

And  Ltic  gGoc!  delpiib  : 
.-chis  the  folly  of  ths  mind, 

^Till  Jefas  makes  us  wife. 

5  We  give  our  fouia  the  wounds  they  fee!^ 

We  drink  the  poisonous  g-all. 
And  raPn,  wich  fury,  down   to  hell  ; 

But  heay'n  prevents  the  fall.] 
[6  The  r^^n  ^'-^Leia'd  among  the  tombs^ 

Cats    ^  i::!);,  and  cries  : 

Ih  foai;:i  a.M.:i  iavts,  WW  jefas  comes^ 

And  ths  roal  fpirit  flies,] 

CLIV.     Sclf^Righieoufnefs  infuffident. 

/HERE  are  the  rnoorners, faith  tbeLcr^, 
Who  w^iitand  trsmble  at  my  -^<^XQ.  I 
'■    Who  walk  in  darkneis  all  the  day  > 
"'^  Cornea  make  my  nari^e  your  irufl  and  ftay* 

[2  *•''    No  vi'orksj  nsr  duties,  of  your  cwn, 
**   Can  for  the  imallefl  £11  atone  ; 
«'  The  robes  which  nature  may  proi'ids,. 
*•   Will  not  youj  leaii  pollution  hide. 

3  **  The  fofteil  couch  ivhich  nature  k.?.Q\vSf 


W  ' 


rive  the  confcience  no  repofe  : 


''  Look 


21^  HYMNS     ANP  B.U. 

"  Look  to  my  right'oufnefs,  and  live  j 
*'  Comfort  and  peace   are  mine  to  give.] 

4  **  Ye  fon*  of  pride,  who  kindle  coals 

*'  With  yoar  own  hands  to  warm  your  fouls, 
"  Walk  in  the  light  of  your  own  fire, 
'*  Enjoy  the  fparks  which  you  defire. 

5  **  This  is  your  portion  at  my  hands  5 
**  Hell  waits  you  with  her  iron  bands ; 

**  Ye  (hall  lie  down  in  forrow  there, 
'*  In  death,  in  darknefs,  and  defpair.'* 

CLV.     Cbriji  cur  Pajfo'ver, 

}    Y     O,  the  dtflroying  angel  fiies 
-     §   J  To  Pharaoh's  ftubbora  land  ' 
Ths  pride  and  flow'r  of  Egypt  dies 
By  his  vindidive  hand. 

3  He  pa;s'u  the  tents  of  Jacob  o'er,, 

Nor  pour'd  the  wrath  divine  ; 
Vip  fa  V  the  blood  en  tw^iy  door. 

And  blCis'd  the  peaceful  fign, 

3  Thus  the  appointed  Laiv.b  muft  bleed. 
To  break  the  Egyptian  yoke  ; 

Thus  Ifr'el  is  from  bondage  freed. 
And  *fcapes  the  angel's  Uroke. 

4  lord,  if  my  heart  were  fprinkled  too 
With  blood  fo  rich  as  thine  ; 

juftice  no  longer  would  purfue 
This  guilty  foal  of  mine. 

5  Jefus,  our  pafTover,  was  llain. 
And  has  at  once  procur'd 

Freedom  from  faian's  heavy  chain. 
And  God's  avenging  fword. 

C L  VI.     Pi-e/umpthn  and  De/pair* 
I   "T  HATE  the  tempter  and  his  charm,s 
JL  I  hate  his  fiiitt'ring  breath  ; 

The 


B.II.      SPIRITUAL    SONGS.      2i| 

The  ferpent  taker  a  thoufand  forms. 
To  cheat  our  fouls  to  death. 

3  He  feeds  our  hopes  with  airy  dreams. 

Or  kills  with  flaviih  fear  ; 
And  holds  us  ftill  ia  wide  extremes, 

Prefumption,  or  defpair. 

3  Now  he  perfuades,  how  eafy  'tis 

To  walk  the  road  to  heav'n  ; 
Anon  he  fwells  our  lins    and  ^ries 

They  cannot  be  forgiv  n. 

[4  He  bids  young  Tinners  >r/  forb?f,? 

To  think  of  God,  or  deair,  ; 
fff  For  prayer  and  devot  =  '"^  :~  i 

«'   But  melancholy  bre- 

r  He  tells  the  aged  the 

«^   And  'tis  too  latr  to  pray  ; 
**  In  vain  for  mercy  new  they  cry, 

"■   For  they  kave  loft  their  day/' 

6  Thus  he  fupports  his  cruel  throne 
By  mifchief  and  deceit  ; 

And  drags  the  fons  ct  A dzm  d-^wQ 
To  darknefs  and  the  pit, 

7  Almighty  God,  cut  fbort  his  pow'fj 
Let  him  in  ciarknefs  dwell  ; 

And,  thai  he  vex  the  earth  no  more. 
Confine  him  down  to  hell. 

CLVIIo     The  fame, 

i;  "^T  O  W  fat  an  ccmes  with  AxQ.^^t}j\  fogfp 

\J%.     And  threatens  to  deflroy  ; 
He  worn':,  whom  he  can't  devour. 

With  a  malicious  joy. 

%  Ye  fons  of  God,  oppofe  his  ra^e«, 
EeHil,  sad  he'li  be  gone  ; 


.^,i6  H  Y  M  N  3     ANB  -B,  1 

Thus  did  oar  deareft  Lord  engage 
And  vanquifh  him  alone. 

3  New  fce  appears  almoft  divine. 
Like  innocence  and  love  ; 

Bat  the  old  ferpent  lurks  within,  '. 

When  he  afTuaaes  the  dove. 

4  Fly  from  the  faifs  deceiver's  tongae. 
Ye  Tons  of  Adam,  fly  ; 

Oar  parents  found  the  fnarc  too  ilrong, 
Nor  fhould  the  children  try. 

CLVIil.   Fenv  fat'ed  :  Or,  The  ahnr.fi  Chrijliai 
the  Mypoc)  ite^  and  the  Jpoficte. 

1  TjP^OAD  75   the  road  which  leads  to  deatl^ 
J3   ^"^  thoufands  walk  together  there  ; 

2  ut  wifdom  (lifws  a  narrower  path, 
vViik  here  and  there  a  traveller. 

2  "  Deny  thyfelf,  and  take  thy  crofs,'* 
3s  the  Redeemer's  g-ei'.t  command  ! 
Nature  ftiUil  count  her  gold  but  drof?, 
3f  {he  would  gain  this  heavenly  land. 

r.  The  fearful  foul,  who  tires  and  faints^, 
^pd  walks  the  ways  of  God  no  more. 
Is  but  iiS'-^Qm'' A  almcfi  a  faint, 
Avi^  m^kes  his  owndeft-udVion  fare. 

4  Lord,  let  not  ?il  my  hopes  be  vain  j 
Create  my  heart  enti'-ely  new  ; 
This  hypocrites  did  ne'er  attain,     ^ 
And  falie  Apoftates  never  knew^. 

CLIX.  Unconqjerfed Stale  :  Or,  Cen<v€rtit!gCraci 

I   iT^REAT  Kingof  glorv,  and  of  grace! 

\jg'  We  own,  with  tumble  fuame, 
flow  vile  is  our  degen'rate  race, 

A«d  o«r-^r(l  Father's  nafiie  \ 

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BoIL       SPIRITUAL    SONGS,    scf 

2  From  Adam  flows  our  tainted  bloody 

The  poifon  reigns  within  ; 
Makes  us  averfe  to  all  that's  good^ 

And  willing  flaves  to  fin. 

{3  Daily  we  break  thy  holy  laws^ 

And  then  rejedt  thy  grace  ; 
Engag'd  in  the  old  ferpent*s  caufe^ 

Againft  oiir  Maker's  face.] 
4  We  live  eilrang'd  afar  from  God, 

And  love  the  diftance  well  ; 
With  hafte  we  rim  the  dang'rous  roadj 

Which  leads  to  death  and  hell. 

^  And  can  fuch  rebels  be  reflor'd  ? 

Such  nature's  made  divine  ? 
Let  finners  fee  thy  glory.  Lord, 

And  feel  the  pow'r  of  thiae. 

6  We  raife  our  Father's  name  oa  highs 

Who  his  own  fpirit  fends 
To  bring  rebeli'ous  llrangers  nigh. 

And  tarn  his  foes  to  frieads. 

CLX.      Cufiom  In  Sin* 

1  T     E  T  the  wild  leopards  of  the  wood 

i  J  Put  off  the  fpots  which  nature  gives  % 
Then  may  the  wicked  tuiH  to  God, 
And  change  their  tempers,  and  their  livss: 

2  As  well  might  Ethiopian  flaves 
Wa(h  out  the  darknefs  of  their  fkin  ; 
The  dead  as  well  m  ay  leave  their  graves^ 
As  old  tranfgrefTors  ceafe  to  fin. 

3  Where  vice  has  held  its  empire  long, 
'Twill  not  endure  the  lea^  controul  j 
None  but  a  pow'r  divinely  Rrong 
Can  tsrn  th?  carrect  of  the  foul. 

4  Great 
T 


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H    y    UN    S       AND 


4  Great  God  !   I  own  thy  pow'r  divine, 
V/hichroon  can  change  this  heart  of  mine  ; 
I  wcu  Id  be  formM  anew,  and  blefs 
The  wonders  of  creating  grace. 

CLXI.      ChriJ}ian  Virtues. 

1  QTRAIT  is  the  way,  the  door  is  flraitp 
jJ5   Which  leads  to  joys  on  high  ; 

'Tis  but  a  few  who  find  the  gate. 
While  crowds  miftake,  ana  die. 

2  Beloved y^//  muft  be  deny'd. 
The  mind  and  will  renew'd, 

Pafiion  fupprefs'd,  and  patience  try'd> 
And  vain  defires  fubdu'd. 

[3  Flefh  is  a  dang'rous  foe  to  grace, 

Vv^here  it  prevails  and  rules  ; 
Flefli  muft  be  humbled,  pride  abas'd, 

Lefc  they  dedroy  cur  fouls.] 

4  The  love  of  Gold  be    banifli'd  hence^ 
(That  vile  idolatry) 

And  ev^ty  member,  ev'ry  fenfe 
In  fweet  fubjeftion  lie. 

5  The  tongue,  that  moft  unruly  pow'r, 
Requires  a  flrong  reilraint  : 

We  mufl  be  vvatchiul  ev'ry  hour. 
And  pray,  but  never  faint. 

6  Lord  1   csn  a  feeble,  f-elplefs  worm, 
Ful.^latcfcfo  hard  ? 

Thv  grace  mufr  all  my  wcik  perform. 
And  give  the  free  reward. 

CLXir.      Meditation  of  He^^'ven, 

%"T\  yr  y  thoughts  farmcunt  thefe  lower  fcicCj 
|V|    And  lock  within  the  veil  .; 

Tl^ere  fprings  of  erdiefs  pleafure  life, 
WJicfe  wafers   never  TaiL 

2  There 


^AL       SPIRITUAL     SONGS.      219 

2  There  I  behold,  with  fweet  delight, 

.The  blefTed   ^hree  i-n  One  ; 
And  itrong  afxedlions  nx'  my  fight 

C*.i  God's  incarnate  Son. 

|VHis  promlfe  ftands  for  ever  £i-rn^ 

Hii  grace  iliall  ne'er  depart  ; 
He  binds  my  name  upon  his  arm. 

And  leals  it  on  his  heart. 

4  Light  are  the  pains  which  aature  bringj^ 
How  fliort  our  forrows  are. 

When,  with  eternal,  future  thiogSp 
The  prefent  we  compare. 

5  I  would  not  be  a  llranger  ilill 
To  that  csleiVal  place. 

Where  I  forever  hope  to  dwell 
Near  my  Redeemer's  face. 

'CLXIII.   Complaint  of  defertion  and  temptations i 

2  Y^EAR  Lord  !  behold  oar  fore  d^ftrefs  ; 

I  t  Oar  fins  attempt  to  reign  ; 
Stretchout  thine  arm  ofconqu'ring  grace^ . 
And  let  thy  foes  be  iiain. 

:i,  The  Lion,  with  hjs  dreadful  roar. 

Affrights  thy  feebler  fheep  : 
Reveal  the  glory  of  thy  pow'r. 

And  chain  him  to  the  ditt^. 

3  Mud  we  indulge  a  long  defpair  ? 
Shall  our  petitions  die  ? 

Oar  mournings  never  reach  mine  ear  ? 
Nor  tears  aifeft  thine  eye  ? 

4  If  thou  defpife  a  mortal's  groan. 

Yet  hear  a  »Saviour*s  blood  1  ^ 

An  advocate,  fo  near  the  throne^ 
Pleads  and  prevails  with  God, 

5  F« 


220  H  Y  M  K  S     AN«»  B.H, 

5  He  bought  the  Spirit's  pow'rful  fword. 
To  flay  our  deadly  foes  : 

Our  fins  fhall  die  beneath  thy  xvord. 
And  hell  in  vain  op.pofe. 

6  How  boandlefs  is  oar  Father's  grace,     , 
In  keighth,  and  depth,  and  length  ! 

He  made  his  Son  cur  right'oufnefs. 

His  Spirit  is  our  ilrength.  ^ 

CLXIV.     Ti;e  Erid  of  ihe  World,      * 

J  "^T  7  H  Y  fhould  this  earth  delight  us  To  t 
V  V     Why  (hould  we  fix  our  eyes 

On  thefe  low  grounds,  where  forrows  grow. 
And  ev'ry  pleafure  dies. 

2  While  time  his  Iharpeft  teeth  prepares 
Our  comforts  to  devour  ; 

There  is  a  land  above  the  ftars. 
And  joys  above  his  pcw'r. 

3  Nature  ihall  be  diiTolv'd  and  die— - 
The  Tun  maO:  end  his  race  : 

The  earth  and  Tea  for  ever  fly. 
Before  my  Saviour's  face. 

4  "When  will  that  glor'ous  morning  rife  ? 
When  tHe  laft  trumpet  found  ? 

And  call  thf^  nations  to  the  ilcies. 
From  underneath  the  ground  ? 

CLXV.      U::fnu!fuhefs,  Igmmnce,  and  tt*}/a7iC' 

1 1  fed  Ajjidicns . 

ONG  have  I  fat  bener.th  the  found, 
^  Of  thy  Salvation,  Lord  ; 
But  rtill  how  weak  my  faith  i?  found, 
And  knowledge  of  thy  word  ! 

2  Oft  I  frequent  thy  holy  place. 
And  hear  almofl  in  vain  ; 

How 


fi.il.     SPIRITUAL     SONGS.      22! 

How  fmall  a  portion  of  thy  grace 
My  mem'ry  can  retain  I 

[3  My  dear  Almighty,  and  ray  God, 

How  little  art  thou  known 
By  all  the  judgments  of  thy  rod. 

And  bleinngs  of  thy  throne  1 

4.  How  cold  and  feeble  is  n^^y  love  I 

How  negligent  my  fear  ! 
How  low  my  hope  of  joys  above  I 

How  few  afre^tions  there  !] 

5  Great  God  !  thy  fov'reign  pow'r  impart^ 
To  give  thy  word  fuccefs  1 

Write  thy  faivation  in  my  heart. 
And  make  me  learn  thy  grace. 

6  Shew  my  forgetful  feet  the  way 
Which  leads  to  joys  on  high  ; 

There  knowledge  grows  without  decay. 
And  love  Ihall  never  die. 

CLXVI.     Th  Dt^l^e   Firfeaions. 

O  W  fhall  I  praife  th'  eternal  God^ 
That  infinite  Unknown  ? 
Who  can  afce nd  his  high  abode,  . 
Or  venture  near  his  throne  ? 

[2  The  great  Inviiible  !  He  dwells 

Conceal'd  in  dazz'ling  light  ; 
But  his  all-iearching  eye  reveals 

The  fecrets  c^f  the  night.  . 

3  Thofe  watchful  eyes  wh/ch  never  fleep; , 

Survey  the  v^'orld  around  : 
His  wifdom  is  a  bcundiefs  deep. 

Where  all  our  thoughts  are  drown'd.] 

[4.  Speak  we  of  ftrength  ?  His  arm  is  ilrcngj 
To  fave  or  to  dsf^roy  ; 

InEnil< 


^?2  HYMNS     AxN»  B.Il. 


Infinite  years  his  life  prolong. 
And  endlefs  is  his  joy.] 

[5  He  knows  no  (hadow  of  a  change. 

Nor  alters  his  decrees  ; 
JFirm  as  a  rock  his  truth    remains. 

To  guard  his  promifes.] 

6  Sinners  before  his  prefence  die  ; 

How  holy  is  his  name  ! 
His  anger  and  his  jealoufy 

Burn  like  devouring  flame. 

y  Juftice,  upon  a  dreadful  throne,. 

Maintains  the  rights  of  God  ; 
While  mercy  fends  her  pardons  down^i, 

Bought  with  a  Saviour's  blood. 

3  Now  to  my  foul,  immortal  King, 

Speak  fome  forgiving  v;ord  ; 
Then  'twill  be  double  joy  to  fing 

The  glories  of  my  Lord. 

CLXVII.     ^he  Di'vine  Perfeaions, 

1  ^REAT  God  !  thy  glories  fhall  emplo)? 

\jr  My  holy  fear,  my  humble  joy  ! 
My  lips,  in  fongs  of  honor,  bring 
Their  tribute  to  th'  eternal  King. 

[2  Earth  and  the  ftars,  a»d  worlds  unknown> 
Pepend  precarious  on  his  throne  ; 
AH  nature  hangs  upon  his  word. 
And  grace  and  glory  own  their  Lord. 

3  His  fov'relgn  pow'r  what  mortal  knows  ? 
li  he  command  who  dare  oppofe  ? 
"With  ftrength  he  girds  himfelf  around. 
And  treads  the  rebels  to  the  ground.] 


4  Who  fhall  pretend  to  teach  him  fkill  ? 
Or  guide  the  counfels  of  his  will  .^ 


Hid 


3.1!.      SPIRITUAL     SONGS.      223 

His  wlfdom,  like  a  Tea  divine^ 
I'lows  deep  and  high  beyond  our  line, 

^   His  name  is  holy,  and  his  eye 
Barns  with  imraorcal  jealoufy  ; 
He  hates  the  fbns  of  pride — -and  ineds 
His  fierjr  vengeance  on  their  heads, 

6  The  beamings  of  hi^  piercing  fight 
Bring  dark  hypocrify  to  light  ; 
Dea:h  and  deftruiflion  naked  lie. 
And  hell  uncovei'd  to  his  eye. 

7  Th'  eternal  law  before  him  flands  % 
His  juftice,  with  impartial  hands^ 
Divides  to  all  their  due  reward. 

Or  by  the  iceptre,  or  the  fword 

8  His  mercy,  like  a  boundlefs  fea, 
Wafhes  our  loads  cf  guilt  away  ; 
While  his  own  Son  came  down  and  dy'd^ 
T'  engage  his  juftice  on  our  fide. 

9  Each  of  his  words  demand  my  faitb^ 
My  foal  can  reft  on  all  he  faith  ; 

His  truth  inviolably  keeps 
The  largeft  promife  of  his  lips.] 

10  Oh,  tell  me,  with  a  gentle  voice;, 
Thou  art  my  God — ^and  Til  rejoice  I 
Fili'd  with  thy  love,  I  dare  proclaim 
The  brighteP:  honors  of  thy  name, 

CLXVIIL     rhsfarae, 

1  TEHOVAH  reigns,  his  throne  is  high-=» 
J    His  robes  are  light  and  raajefty  ; 

His  glory  fhines  with  beams  fo  bright* 
No  mortal  can  fuftain  the  fight. 

2  His  terrors  keep  the  world  in  awe^ 
His  jullice  guards  his  holy  law : 

Hii 


0^4' 


H  Y  M  N  S     AND  B. 


His  love  reveals  a  fmiling  face, 
liis  truth  and  prornife  feal  the  grace. 

5  Thro'  all  his  works  his  wifdom  (hines^ 
And  baffies  fatan's  deep  defigns  ; 
His  pow'r  is  fov'reign  to  fulfil 
The  nobleft  counfels  of  his  will. 

4  And  will  this  glor'ous  Lord  defcend- 
To  be  my  Father^  and  my  Friend  r 
Then  let  my  fongs  with  angels  join — 
Heav'n  is  {ecure,  if  God  be  mine. 

CLXIX.     The  fame. 

1  ^~y^HE  Lord  Jehovah  reigns, 
i      His  throne  is  built  on  high  i 
The  garments  he  aiTumes, 
Are  light  and  majefty  : 
,  His  glories  fnine 
With  beams  fo  briglit> 
No  mortal  eye 
Can  bear  the  fight. 

%  The  thunders  of  his  hand 

Keep  the  wide  werld  in  awe  5  . 
His  wrath  and  jui^ice  ftand' 
To  guard  h!s  holy  law  : 

And  where  his  love- 

Kefolves  to  blefs. 

His  truth  confirms 

And  feals  the  grace. 

J  Through  all  his  ancient  works 
Sarpriiinp^  wifdom  fliines, 
Ccnfounds  the  pow'rs  of  hell. 
And  breaks  their  curs'd  defigns  •; 

Strong  is  his  arm,  1 

And  fnall  fulfil 

His  great  decjees. 

His  fuv'reig^a  v/ilU 


^.11.      SPIRITUAL     SON'GS,      sj-cj 

4  And  can  this  mighty  King 
Of  glory  condefeend  ? 
And  will  he  write  his  na.iie 
My  Father  and  my  friend  f 

I  love  bis  name, 
I  love  bis  word  ; 
Join  all  my  powers 
And  praife  the  Lord.. 

CLXX.   God  inccmprshenJihU  and  Someri^gn. 

[i  /^^  A  M  creatures  to  perfedion  find 

\^  Tti'  eternal  uacreated  mind  f 
Or  can  the  largefi;  flretch  of  thought 
Meafare  and  fsarch  his  nature  oat  ? 

2  'Tis  high  as  hsav'n,  'tis  deep  as  hell. 
And  what  can  mortals  know  or  tell  ? 
His  glory  fpieads  beyond  the  fjiy. 
And  all  the  (hining  worlds  on  higb^ 

3  But  man,  vain  man,  would  fain  be  wife  | 
J^orn  Mka  a  vvild  young  cole,,  he  flies 
Through  all  the  follies  of  his  mind. 

And  fmells  and  fnufFs  the  empty  wind.] 

4  God  is  a  King  of  po^r*r  unknown. 
Firm  are  the  orders  of  his  throne  : 
If  he  refolve  who  dare  oppofe. 

Or  afk  him  why  or  what  he  does  ? 

5  He  wounds  the  heart,  and  he  makes  whole 
He  calms  the  tempeil  of  the  foul  : 

Whsa  he  fhuts  up  in  long  defpair. 
Who  can  remove  the  heavy  bar  I 

6  He  frowns,  and  darknefs  vales  the  moonp 
The  fainting  fun  grows  dim  at  noon  : 

The  pillars  of  heav'n^s  ftarry  roof 
Tremble  arjd  Hart  at  his  reproof* 

7  He 


2zb  H  V   M  N  o     AND 

7  He  gave  the  vaalted  heav'n  its  form, 
The  crooked  ferpent  and  the  worm  ; 
He  breaks  the  billows  with  his  breath, 
And  fmites  the  Tons  ofp.  iJc  to  death. 

8  Thefe  are  a  portion  of  his  ^vays  ; 
Bat  who  Ihall  dare  defcribe  hib  ficQ  ? 
Who  can  endure  his  light,  or  ihnd 
To  hear  the  thunders  of  his  hand. 


2.\'D  OF  THE  Second  Bock> 


:300J5:- 


BOOK         III. 

Prepared    for    the    holy    Ordinance    of  the 
LOR  D's      S  U  P  P  E  R. 


I.  ^T'f  Lord's  Sapper  i^ijiituted,   I  Cor,  xi.  233 

t  */"-|-AV/AS  on  that  dark,   that  doleful  nighty 
I       J^      Vv''heii  pcvv'rs  and  heli  arofe 
Againft  the  Sen  of  God's  delight. 
And  friends  betray'd  him  to  his  foes. 

Before  the  mournful  fcene  began, 
Be  took  the-  bread  and  blefs'd  and   brake.  ^ 
What  love  though  all  his  actions  ran  ! 
What  vvond'rous  words  .of  grace  he  fpake  :. 

3  This  is  my  body,  broke  for  finj 
Receive  and  eat  the  living  food  ; 
Then  took  the  cup,  and  blefs'd  the  wine  i 
,Tis  the  nev^'  cov'nant  in  my  blood. 

f  4  For  D5  his  fleih  with  nails  w?s  tornx- 
He  bore  the  fconrge,  he  feir  the  thorn  : 
And  JQilice  pour'd  upon  his  head 
Its  heavy  vengeance,  in  our  ilead^ 

5  For  us  his  vital  blood  was  ipilr. 
To  buy  the  par^n  of  our  guilt  ; 
When,  for  blaJr  crimes  of  biggef  '"•  -., 
He  gave  his  foal  a  facrifice.       "  ""''' 

6  ''  Do  this  (he  cry'd)  'n'l!  time  (l-a:!  eno% 
In  mem'ry  of  your  dying  ^nend  ; 
Meet  at  my  tabhe,   ^ind  record 

*'  The  love  of  your  departed  Lord." 

[7   Jefu?,  thy  feafr  we  Ge'ebrpt.", 

We  fnew  thy  death,  v/e  /in?  ihv  name, 

'•Till 


3'48  HYMNS     AN»  B.l 

'Till  thou  return,  and  we  (hall  eat 
The  marriage  fupper  of  the  Lamb.] 

II.  Communion  nuiih  Chrift  and  nvitb  Sat  at  So 
I  Cor.  X.    16,  17. 

[l    T  E  S  U  S  invites  his  fainti 
J    To  meet  around  his.  board  f 
Here  pardon 'd  rebels,  fu  and  hold 
Communion  with  the  Lord. 

z  For  food  he  gives  his  fleih  ; 
He  bids  us  drink  his  blood  : 
Amazing  favor  !  matchlefs  grace. 
Of  our  defcending  God  !] 

3  This  holy  bread  and  wine. 
Maintains  our  fainting  breathy 

By  union  with  our  living  Lord, 
And  int'reft  in  his  death. 

4  Our  heav'niy  Father  caHs 
Chrill  and  his  members  one  1 

We  the  young  children  of  his  love. 
And  he  the  firil-born  Son. 

5  We  are  but  fevVal  part's 
Of  the  fame  broken  bread. 

One  body,  with  its  fev'ral  limbs. 
But  Jefus  is  the  Head. 

6  Let  all  our  pow'rs  be  join'd 
His  glor'cus  naTie  to  raifel||| 

Picafu-.yjjf^      iOve  fill  cv'ry  mind7 
Ariu  «;v'ry  voice  be  praifc. 

III.     The  New  Covenant  y<?^.W. 

2   *'  »*  I  ^HE  promifeofmy  Father's  love 

X      **   i>hall  fland  forever  good  :" 
Ho  faid^-and  gave  his  foul  to  death. 
And  leal'd  the  grace  with  blcod. 

2   T( 


i.Itl.     SPIRITUAL    SONGS.     225 

2  To  this  dear  covenant  of  thy  word 
I  fet  my  worthlefs  name  ; 

?3l  th'  engagement  with  my  Lord, 
rind  make  my  humble  claim. 

The  light,  and  flrength,  and  pardoning  grace- 

And  glory  fhall  be  mine  ; 
.7  life  and  foul,  my  heart  and  flefh. 

And  all  my  pow'rs  are  thine. 
14  I  call  that  legacy  my  own. 

Which  Jefus  did  bequeath  ; 
Twas  purchased  with  a  dying  groaa. 

And  ratify'd  in  death. 

5  Sweet  is  the  mem'ry  of  his  name 

Who  blefs'd  us  in  his  will. 
And  to  his  teiiament  of  Jove 

Made  his  own  life  the  feaL 

IV.     Chriii's  ^jlng  U^je, 

^  W  ^  W  condefcendlng,  and  how  kind 

l.i.  Was  God's  eternal  Son  ! 
Oxxx  mis'ry  reach'd  his  heav'niy  mind. 

And  pity  brought  him  down. 
,£2  When  juilice,  by  our  fm's  provoked. 

Drew  forth  its  dreadful  fword, 
^e  gave  his  foul  up  to  the  fcroke, 
i     Without  a  murm'ring  word.]  ' 

3  He  funk  beneath  our  heavy  woes. 
To  raife  us  to  his  throne  : 

But  coft  his  heart  a  groan. 

4  This  wascompaiilon  like  a  God,  " 
That  wnen  the  Saviour  knew 

The  price  of  pardon  was  hi.  blood, 
l*iis  pity  ne'er  withdrew. 

5  Now   though  he  reigns  exalted  hirh, 

i.r^/l  ""''^  ^'  ^^^^^  ^-^  g^^at  : 
\\'^A  he  remembers  Caivarv, 

^^or  let  his  isints  forget.'  r^  ^',  ^ 

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B. 


[6  Here  we  behold  his  bowels  roll 

As  kind  as  when  he  dy*d  ; 
And  fee  the  forrows  of  his  foul 

Bleed  through  his  wounded  fide.] 

[7  Here  we  receive  repeated  feals 

Of  Jefus'  dying  love  : 
Hard  is  the  wretch  who  never  feels 

One  foft  affe^ion.move.] 

S  Here  let  our  hearts  begin  to  melt. 

While  we  his  death  record. 
And,  with  our  joy  for  pardon'd  guilt. 

Mourn  that  we  pierc'd  the  Lord. 
V.   Chrift  de  Bread  of  Life,  -Jo.  vi.  31,  35, 
1  T    ET  us  adore  th'  Eternal  Word, 

\_j  'Tis  He  ocr  fouls  has  fed  : 
Thou  art  our  living  ftream,  O  Lord, 

And  thou  th*  immortal  bread  ; 

[2  The  manna  came  from  lower  ikies. 

But  Jefus  from  above  ; 
Where  the  frelh  fprings  of  pleafure  rife. 

And  rivers  flow  with  love. 

3  The  Jews,  the  father's  dy'd  at  laft. 

Who  eat  that  heavenly  bread  ; 
But  thefe  provifions  which  we  taftC;, 

Can  raife  us  from  the  dead. 

4,  Blcfs'd  be  the  Lord,  who  gives  his  tieihi 

To  nourilh  dying  men  ; 
hA(^  often  fpreads  his  tabic  freiTj, 

Left- we  Ihould  fai^t  again. 

5  Our  fouls  (hall  draw  their  heav'niy  breath., 

Whiiil  Jefus  £nds  fappHe»  ; 
Nor  Ihall  our  graces  fink  to  d^aih. 

For  Jeui^)  never  dies, 

[6  Daily  our  mor'al  fiefn  decay-s. 

But  Chri/r,  our  life,  fnail  come  ; 
His  unrefi/led  po**f  flial)  iai'e 

Oiir  joJit;s  f '.';;;:,   ihc  tO.Tib.]  VL 


TillL      SPIRITUAL    SONGS.      25!' 

;1»  The  MetnoKial  cf  our  ahfent  Lordy  John  xvi. 
16.  Lake  xxii.  19.   John  xiv.  3^ 

JESUS  is  gone  above  the  fkies. 
Where  our  vve^ik  fenfes  reach  him  not  ; 
knd  carnal  cbje(?:3  court  oar  eyes, 
To  thruil  oar  isaviour  from  cur  thought. 
:  Ke  knows  what  wandVing  hearts  we  Ixzsts, 
"ipc  to  forget  hns  lovely  iz.ZQ  ; 
ind,   to  refrelii  our  minds,  he  gavs 
Fhefe  kind  msnic^r'als  of  his  grace* 

The  Lord  cf  life  this  table  fpread' 
vVith  his  own  flefti  and  dying  biocd. 
We  on  the  lich  provilion  feed, 
And  taile  the  wine,  and  blefs  oar  God.' 

4.  Ls:  iinfiii  fu^eets  be  all  forgot. 
And  earth  grow  lefs  in  car  efteem  ; 
Chrift  and  his  love  fill  ev'ry  thoughta- 
And  faith  and  hope  be  fix'don  him. 

5  Whilfl  he  is  abfent  from  our  fights 
'Tis  to  prepare  our  fouls  a  place  \ 
That  we  may  live  in  heav'niy  lightj 
And  dwell  for  ever  near  his  face; 

[6  Our  eyes  look  upwards  to  the  hills 
V/hence  our-  returning  Lord  fhall  come  ; 
We  wait  thy  char'ot's  awfj]  vvhesis. 
To  fetch  oar  longing  fpirits  home.] 

VII.    CriUifixion  to  the  IVorld,    hv  the  Crofs   of 

Cbria,   Gal.  vi.   14.' 
l^^'TTHEN  I  faivey  the  wond'rous  crcfs 

%  V     On  ivhich  the  Prince  of  glory  dy'd^  - 
My  richell  gain  1  count  but  lofs. 
And  pour  contempt  on  all  my  pride. 

2  Forbid  it,  Lord,  that  I  fiiould  boaft. 
Save  in  the  death  of  Chrift,  ray  God  : 
All  the  vain  things  which  churni  me  n^oil> 
rfacriSce  thsm  to  his  blood. 

U  2  %  See 


^3»  H  Y  M  N  S    AifD  B.  II?. 

3  See  from  his  head,  his  hands,  his  feet> 
ijorrow  and  love  fio-A  mingled  down  ! 
Did  e'er  fuch  love  and  forrow  meet  ? 
Or  thorns  compofe  (o  rich  a  c^own  ? 

[4  His  dying  crimfon,  like  a  robe, 
impleads  o'er  his  body  on  the  tree  ; 
Thep  am  I  dead  to  all  the  globe. 
And  all  the  globe  is  dead  to  me.] 

5  Were  the  whole  realm  of  nature  minf;, 
That  were  a  preient  far  too  fmali  : 
Love  To  amazing,  fo  divine, 
Demands  my  foul,  my  life,  my  all. 

VIII.     ns  Tree  of  Life. 
[,i  /^"^  OME,  let  us  join  a  joyful  tune 

\^  To  our  exa]  Led  Lord — 
Ye  i'amts  on  high,  around  his  throne. 
And  we  around  his  board. 

2  While  once,  upon  this  lower  ground,^ 
Vv'"eary  and  faint  ye  ftood, 

V/hat  dear  refrefhmsat  heie  ye  found- 
Fiom  this  imraortal  food  ! 

3  The  tree  of  life,  which  near  the  throne 
In  heav'ns  high  garden  grows. 

Laden  with  grace,  bends  gently  down 
its  ever  fnuling  boughs. 

[4  Hov'ring  among  ihe  leaves,  there  f*ands 

The  fweet  cseled'al  Dove, 
And  Jefus  on  the  branches  hangs 

The  banner  of  his  love.] 
[5  'Tis  a  young  heav'n  of  flrange  delight 

While  in  his  fhade  we  fit  ; 
His  fruit  is  pleafiog  to  the  .^^gh:. 

And  to  the  tafte  as  fweet. 

6  New  life  it  fpreads  through  dying  hearts. 
And  chears  the  d.xoping  mind  \ 

Vigor  and  joy  the  juice  imparts. 

Without  a  (ling  behind,]  7  Now 


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T  Now  let  the  flaming  weapon  fland. 

And  guard  ali  Eden's  trees  ; 
There's  ne'er  a  plant  in  all  that  land 

Which  bears  fuch  fruit  as  thsiga 

3  JnHnite  grace  our  fouls  adore 

Whofe  wond'rous  hand  has  made 
This  living  branch, of  fov'reign  pow'r 

To  raife  and  heal  the  dead. 

IX..  The.  Spirit,  thz  Water,    and  the  Bhsd.^ 
J  John  V.  6. 

[£  T*    S T  all  our  tongues  be  one, 
I  J  To  praife  our  God  on  high^,  . 
"Who  from  his  bofcm  fent  his  Son 
To  fetch  us  firangers  nigh^ 

3 -Nor  let  our  voices  ceafe 
To  fing  the  Saviour's  name  5 
Jefus,  th'  EmbafTador  of  peace. 
How  chearfully  he  came  I 

3  It  cofl  him  cries  and  tears 
To  bring  us  near  to  God  ; 
Great  was  our  debt,  and  he  appears 
To  make  the  payment  good.] 
[4  My  Saviour's  pierced  fide 
Pour'd  out  a  doable  flood  5  . 
By  water  we  are  purify'd, 

And  pardon'd  by  the  blood.  ■ 

5  Infinite  was  our  guilt. 

But  He,  our  Prieit,  atones  5 
On  the  cold  ground  his  life  was  fpilti 
And  ofFer'd  with  his  groans.] 

6  Look  up^  my  fou1;>  to  him 
Whofe  death  was  thy  defert, 

jlnd  humbly  view  the  living  ftream 
Plow  from  his  breaking  heart* 

7  There  on  the  curfed  tree, 
Ja  dying  pangs  he  lies, 

^    ^^    ^U3  Ftilfj5 


■jy<.        H  y  M  N  s    AK,i^         i.in. 

Fulfils  his  Father's  great  Qecree>. 
And  ail  our  wants  fapplies. 

S  Thus  the  Redeemer  came. 
By  water  and  by  blood  ; 
And  when  the  Spirit  fpeaks  the  fame, 
"VVe  feel  his  witaefs  good. 

9  While  the  eternal  Three 
Bear  thv-ir  record  above. 
Then  1  believe  he  dy'd  for  me. 
And  Teal  my  Saviour's  love. 

[lo  Lord,  clean fe  my  foul  from  fin. 
Nor  let  thy  grace  depart  ; 
Great  Comforter  !  abide  within, 
And  witnefs  to  my  heart. 

X.     Chi  ill  Qrucify^d  i  the  Wifdom  and  Pc'we/' 
of  God. 

3  l^T  AT  URE  with  open  volume  flands, 
X^    To  fpread  her  Maker's  praife  abroad  ^ 

Arid  ev'ry  labor  of  his  hands 
Shews  fomething  worthy  of  a  God  : 

.;?,  Sdtin  the  grace  which  refcu'd  man^ 
His  brighreft  form  of  glory  fhines  5 
Here,  on  the  crofs,  'tisfaireft  drawn 
In  precious  blood,  and  crimfon  lines. 

[3  Here  his  whole  name  appears  complete  ^ 
>Jor  wit  can  guefs,  nor  reafon  prove, 
V/hich  of  the  letters  bell  is  writ, 
The  pow'r,  the  wifdom,  or  the  love.] 

4  Here  I  behold  his  inmoft  heart. 
Where  gr:ice  and  vengeance  flrangely  join  5 
Piercing  h^  Son  with  (harpell  fmart. 

To  make  the  purchas'd  pleafure's  mine. 

5  Oh  !  the  fwect  wonders  of  that  crofs. 
Where  God,  the  Saviour,  lov'd  and  dy*d  I 
Her  Robleft  life  my  fpirit  draws 

¥rom  his  dear  wounds,  and  bleeding  fide, 

4  1 


B.III.     SPIRITUAL    SONGS,      235 

^  I  would  for  ever  fpeak  his  name 
In  founds  to  mortal  ears  unknown. 
With  angels  join  to  praife  the  Lamb, 
And  worfnip  at  his  Father's  throne. 

Xl,     Pardeti  br aught  to  our  Sen/es, 

1  y     CRD,  how  divine  thy  comforts  are  I 
§  J  Hew  heav'niy  is  the  place. 

Where  Jefus  fpreads  the  facred  feaft 
Of  his  redeeming  grfce  I 

2  Here  the  rich  bounties  of  ocr  God» 
And  fvveeteit  glories  ihine  ; 

Here  Jefus  fays,  that  I  am  his. 
And  my  beloved's  mine. 

3  Here,  (fays  the  kind  redeeming  Lordy 
And  Ihews  his  wounded  fide) 

**  See  here  the  fpring  of  all  your  joys, 
«  Which  open'd  when  I  dy'd  I" 

[4  He  fmiles,  and  chears  my  mournful  hearty 

And  tells  of  all  his  pain  : 
'*  All  this,  fays  he,  I  bore  for  thee," 

And  then  he  fmiles  again,] 

5  What  fhall  we  pay  our  heav'niy  King:> 

For  grace  fo  vaft  as  this  ? 
He  brings  our  pardon  to  our  eyes. 

And  feals  it  with  a  kifs, 

[6  Let  fuch  amazing  loves  as  thefe 

Be  founded  all  abroad  ; 
Such  favors  are  beyond  degrees. 

And  worthy  of  a  God.] 

7  To  him  who  wafli'd  us  in  his  blood 

Be  everlafting  praife  ; 
Salvation,  honor,  glory,  pow'r. 

Eternal  as  his  days. 

Xir The  Go/pel  Feajiy  Luke  xlv.  i^,  '&c, 

[(  T  T  O  W  rich  are  thy  provifions,  Lord  ! 
Xi   '^^y  sable  furuiai'd  from  above  \ 

Th© 


The  fruits  of  life  o'erfpread  the  beard. 
The  cup  o'erflows  with  he^v'nly  love. 

3  Thine  ancient  family,  the  Jews, 
Were  firft  invited  to  the  feaft  : 
We  humbly  take  what  they  refufe,- 
And  Gentiles  thy  falvation  taile. 

3  We  are  the  poor,  the  blind,  the  lame  i  . 
And  help  wa^  far,  and  death  was  nigh  ! 
But,  at  the  gofpel-call,  #b  came^ 
And  ev\-y  want  receiv'd  fupply. 

4  From  the  high-way  which  leads  to  heKp-. 
From  paths  of  darknefs  and  defpair. 
Lord,  we  are  come  with  thee  to  dwell. 
Glad  to  enjoy  thy. prefence  here.] 

[5  What  (hall  we  pay  th*  eternal  Son^. 
Who  left  the  heav'n  of  his  abode. 
And  to  this  wretched  earth  came  down,  . 
To  bring  us  wand'rers  back  to  God  ! 

6  It  coO,  him  death  to  fave  our  lives  j 
To  buy  our  fouls,  it  coft  his  own  ; 
And  all  the  unknownjoys  he  gives. 
Were  bought  with  agonies  unknown. 

7  Cur  everlafting  love  is  due 
To  him  who  ranfom'd  finners  loft  ; 
And  pity'd  rebels  when  he  knew 
The  vail  expence  his  love  would  cofl.] 

Xlir.  Di'vine  Lonje  making  a  Feafi^  and  callingi^iy- 
the  Guejis,  Luke  xiv.  17.,  22,  23. 

I  T  1"  O  W  fweet  and  awful  is  the  place, 
J~J[   With  Chrift  within  the  doorsi 

While  everlsftin?  love  difpla-ys  . 
The  chcicefl  of  her  llores  i  . 

n  Here  ev^ry  bowel  of  our  God  - 

With  foft  compaffion  rolls  ;  J 

Here  pe^ce  and  pardon  bought  with  blood,         m 

Is  food  for  dying  fouls,  [3  WhiM 


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[3  While  all  our  hearts  and  all  our  fongs 

Join  to  admire  the  feaft, 
Each  of  as  cry,  with  thankful  tongues, 

*«  Lord,  why  was  I  aguell  ? 

^  "  Why  was  I  mzds  to  hear  thy  voice, 

"  And  enter  while  there^s  room  ; 
*'  When  thoufanals  make  a  wretched  choic?^ 

"  And  rather  llarve  than  come  ?'* 

5  'Twas  the  fame  love  which  fpread  the  fea^y 

That  Tweedy  forc'd  us  in  ; 
Elfe  we  had  flili  refus'd  to  tafte. 

And  perifh'd  in  our  fin. 

[6  Pity  the  nations,  O  our  God, 

Conilrain  the  earth  to  come  1 
Send  thy  viclor'ous  word  abroad. 

And  bring  the  itrangers  homQ. 

y  We  long  to  fee  thy  churches  full. 

That  all  the  chofen  race 
.May  with  one  voice,  one  heart,  one  foul. 

Sing  thy  redeeming  grace.] 

XIV.  T/je  Seng  of  Simeon,  Luke  ii.  28  ;  C",  a 
Sight  of  Chrift  m^ikes  Death  eafy. 

1  "J^ff  O  W  have  our  hearts  err.brac'd  our  God, 
JJ%|    We  would  farget  all  earthly  charms. 

And  wiOi  tg  die,  as  Simeon  would 
With  his  young  Saviour  in  his  arms. 

2  Our  lips  fhoald  learn   that  joyful  fong. 
Were  but  our  hearts  prepar'd  like  his  ; 

**  Oar  fouls  ftill  waiting  to  b€  gone, 
*f  And  at  thy  word  depart  in  peace. 

3  "  Here  we  have  feen  thy  face,  O  Lordy 
'^•'  And  view'd  falvation  with  oor  eyes, 

""^  Tailed  aad  felc  the  living  word. 

^^  The  bread  defcending  from  the  (kies. 

4  f'  Thou  hafr  prepar'd  this  dying  Lamh, 

'^  Haft  fet  his  blood  before  our  face  ;  ^'  To 


-3?^-  HY  M  N  S     ANr»  B.  Itt; 

''  To  teach  the  terrors  of  thy  naise, 
^»  And  fnew  the  wonders  of  ihy  grace. 

5  *^  He  13  cur  Hght,  our  trjorning  ftar 
*'   Shall  f^iinc  on  nations  yet  unknowa  ; 
'^f  Th(i-  glory  of  thine  liV'tl  here, 

^  •  And  joy  of  fpirits  near  the  throne. ''^ 

XV,      Gur  Lord  Jefas  at  bis  cvjn  Talk; 

1  ^~r~^HE  inem'ry  of  our  dying  Lord 

J^      Awakes  a  ihsnkfal  tongue  : 
How  rich  he  fpread  his  royal  beard. 
And  blefi'd  the  food  and  fiina. 

o 

2  Happy  the  men  who  eat  hii'  bread^v 
But  doubly  blefsM  we:  he 

Who  gently  bcw'd  his  loving  head. 
And  lean'd  it,  Lord,  en  Thee. 

3  By  faith  the  fame  delights  we  tafie 
As  that  great  fav'rite  did. 

And  fit  aud  lean  on  Jefas'  breaft^ 
And  take  the  heav'nly  bread. 

4  Dovvn  from  the  pilace  of  the  fdes  ?, 
Hither  the  King  defcends  ! 

*•  Come,  my  beloved,  eat  (he  cries) 

*«  And  drink  falvaticpij  friends. 
[5  "  My  flcfh  13  focd  and  phyHc  toO:, 
'*  A  balm  for  all  your  pains  : 
«  And  the  red  dreams  of  pardon  flow 

«*  From  thefe  my  pierced  veins.'* 

6  Hofanna  to  his  bount'ous  love. 
For  fuch  a  fesfl  below  ' 

And  yet  he  iecdz  his  faints  above 
Wiih  nobler  b!eiTin"s  too. 

o 

7  Come,  the  dear  dzy,  the  glcr'ous  hear. 
Which  brings  ojr  foils  10  reft  ! 

Then  we  fiiail  n:?cd  theie  types  no  more. 
But  d'^eli  at  th'  heav'nly  fcaft. 

XVL 


^.'Ifl.    S-?  I  RITUAL     SONGS.     .23^ 

XVr.     ^he  Agonies  of  Chrlft, 

4  "JW^T  O  W  let  our  pains  be  all  forgo:, 

J^%J    Our  hearts  no  more  repine  ; 
.Our  faiF* lings  are  not  wcrch  a  thought. 
When,  Lord,  compar'd  with  thine, 

2  In  lively  figures  here  we  fee 

The  bleeding  Prince  of  love  .5 
3ach  of  us  hope,  he  dy'd  for  me. 

And  then  our  griefs  remove. 

^[3  Oar  humble  /aith  here  takes  her  rif^ 

While  fitting  rcund  his  board  ; 
And  back  to  Calvary  {tit  flies. 

To  view  her  groaning  Lord. 

4  His  foul,  what  agonies  it  felt 
When  his  own  Uod  withdrey/ ; 

And  the  large  lo.ia  of  all  oar  guilt 
Lay  heavy  on  him  top, 

5  But  the  dlvihi^v  withiii 
Sopport^dhim'to  bear j 

Dying,  he  conquer'd  hel!  and  /in. 
And  made  his  tpiumph  there. 

6  Grace,  wifdom,  juftice,  jcinM  and  wrcw^h* 
The  wonders  of  that  day  : 

No  mortal  tongue,  ncr  mortal  thought 
Can  equal  ihanks /epay. 

7  Our  hymns  fnouM  found  like  thofs  above,. 
Could  we  our  voices  raile  ; 

Yet,  Lprd,  our  hearts  Uiall  all  be  love. 
And  all  our  lives  be  praife. 

X VH.     The  Flefro  a^id  Blcod  of  Chri(^, 

[i  T  1  7E    iing  th' amazing  deeds 

YV     Which  grace  divide  peiforms  .3 
Th'  eternal  Goo  ccmes  down  and  bleeds 
To  nourifh  dying  vvornis, 

%  This  foul-reviving  wine. 

Dear  Saviour,  Ms  thy  b'God  ;  Wc 


^4®  HYMNS     AN©  B.m, 

We  thank  thac  facred  flefli  of  thine, 
for  this  immortal  food. 

3  The  banquet  which  we  cat 
Is  made  of  heav'niy  things  ; 

JEarth  haih  no  dainties  half  fo  iweet 
As  our  Redeemer  brings. 

4  In  vain  had  Adam  fought. 
And  feaich'd  his  garden  rounds 

Fcr  there  was  no  fuch  bleiTcd  fruit 
In  all  the  happy  ground. 

5  TW  an  r:  el  re  hoft  above 
Can  never  tafte  this  food  ; 

They  feail  upon  their  Maker's  love. 
But  not  a  Saviour's  blood. 

6  On  us  th'  almightv  Lord 
Beftows  this  matchlefs  grace  ; 

And  meets  us  with  fome  cheering  word, 
Wuh  pieafurein  his  face. 

7  Come,  alive  drooping  faints  ; 
And  banquet  with  ihe  King; 

i  hi5  wine  will  drown  your  fad  complaintc^ 
And  tune  your  voice  to  fing. 

8  Salvation  to  the  name 
Of  our  adored  Chrift  ; 

Through  the  wide  earth  his  grace  proclaim. 
tiis  glory  in  the  high'il. 

-     I  %.r  ^  V  "^^  ^^^  °^^ore  thy  feet  ! 

ihy  facred  fleih  cur  fouls  have  eat, 
l^^siivmgbread-w.  thank  thee.  Lord! 
^And  her^wr  drink  our  Saviour's  blood  - 
We  t  ankti^.e.  Lord.  ^I.gen'rons  wine     ' 
Mingled  wuh  love,  the  fo^,,;,  f.,v'd 
Lrom  that  cVar  bleeding  heart  cf  thine. 
..   On  earth  U  no  fuch  fweetnefs  fot7nd, 
.onne  Lamb's  ileil.  is  heav'nly /bod,  Te 


B.III.    SPIRITUAL    SONGS.    241 

|In  vain  we  fearch  the  globe  around    ' 
jFor  bread  fo  fine,  or  wine  fo  good. 

4  Carnal  proviilons  can  at  beft. 

But  chear  the  heart  or  warm  the  head  | 
But  the  rich  cord'al  which  we  tafte. 
Gives  life  eternal  to  the  dead. 

5  Praife  to  the  Mafter  of  the  feaft. 
His  name  our  fouls  forever  blefs  ; 

To  God  the  King,  and  God  the  Prieft, 
A  loud  hofanna  round  the  place. 

XIX.      Glory  in  the  Crefs. 
■2     A   '^  '^y  command,  our  deareft  Lord, 

^/jl  Here  we  attend  thy  dying  feall: 
Thy  blood,  like  mine,  adorns  thy  board. 
And  thy  own  fiefh  feeds  ev'ry  gueft. 

3  Our  faith  adores  thy  bleeding  love. 
And  trull  for  life  in  one  who  dy'd  ; 
We  hope  for  heav'nly  crowns  above. 
Prom  a  Redeemer  crucify'd. 

3  Let  the  vain  world  pronounce  it  fiiame^ 
And  fling  their  fcandals  on  the  caufe  ; 
We  come  to  boafl  our  Saviour's  name. 
And  make  our  triumphs  in  his  crofs. 

4  With  joy  we  tell  the  fcoffing  age. 
He  who  was  dead  has  left  his  tcmb, 

.He  lives  above  their  utmoil;  rage. 
And  we  are  waiting  'till  he  come. 

XX.   The  Pro'vifiofis  of  the  Table  cfour  Ldri^ 

1'    O  R  D,  v/e  adore  thy  bount'^us  harJ, 
%_j  And  fmg  the  folemn  feaft. 
Where  fweet  csleft'al    dainties  ftand^  '* 

For  ev'ry  willing  gueH. 

[2  The  tree  of  life  adorns  the  board 

With  rich  immortal  fruit  ; 
.^nd  ne'er  an  angry  flaming  fvvcrd 

T^  guard  the  p aiTage  to*t. 

W  3  The 


s^t  HYMNS     AND  B.Iil. 

3  Th3  cup, (lands  crownM  with  Uvring  jaice  ; 
The  fountain  flows  above. 

And  runs  down  dreaming^  for  our  ufe. 
In  rivulets  of  love.] 

4  The  food's  prepar'd  by  heav*nly  art. 
The  pleafure's  well  refin'd  ? 

They  fpread  new  life  through  ev'ry  hearty 
Andchear  the  drooping  mind. 

5  Shout  and  proclaim  the  Saviour's  love. 
Ye  faints  who  tafte  his  wine  ; 

Join  with  your  kindred  faints  above. 
In  load  hcfanna's  join. 

6  A  thcufand  glories  to  the  God, 
Who  gives  fuch  joy  as  this  1 

Hofanna  !  let  it  found  abroad. 
And  reach  where  Jefus  is. 

XXI.  The  trhimphal  Feaji  for  Ch rift's    FiSi.arj, 
ever  Sin,  Deaths  and  Hell. 

I  ^^^  O  M  E,  let  us  lift  our  voices  high, 

\^  High  as  our  joys  arife  ; 
And  join  the  fongs  above  the  iky. 

Where  pleafure  never  <lies. 

[2  Jefus,  the  God,  who  fought  and  bled. 

And  conquer'd  when  he  fell, 
Who  rofe,  and  at  his  char'ot  wheels, 

Dragg'd  all  the  pow'rs  of  hell. 

[3   Jefus,  the  God,  invites  us  here. 

To  this  triumphal  feafl; 
And  brings  immortal  blefiings  down 

For  each  redeemed  gueft. 

4  The  Lord  '  how  glor'ous  is  his  face. 
How  kind  his  fmiles  appear  ! 

And,  oh  I  what  melting  words  he  fays 
To  ev'ry  humble  ear, 

5  ''  For  you,  the  children  of  my  love, 

"■  ]  I  was  iCf  you  I  dy'd  ;  '*  Behold 


B.m.    SPIRITUAL    SONGS.     243 

«'  Behold  my  hands,  behold  my  feet, 
««  And  look  into  my  iide. 

S  '^  Thefe  are  the  wounds  for  you  I  bore, 

*'  The  tokens  of  my  pains, 
**  Wheal  came  down  to  free  yoar  fouls 

''  From  raifery  and  chains. 

[7  **  Jutlics  unffieath'd  its  fi*ry  fword, 

**  And  plung'd  it  in  my  heart ; 
**  Infinite  pangs  for  you  I  bore, 

**  And  moft  tormenting  fmart. 

S  "  When  hell,  and  all  its  fpiteful  pow'rSj 

**  Stood  dreadful  in  my  way, 
^*  To  refcue  thofe  dear  lives  of  yours, 

**  I  gave  my  own  away. 

9  "  But  while  I  bled,  and  groaa'd,  and  dy'd^ 

*'  I  rain'd  fatan's  throne  ; 
**  High  on  my  crofa  I  hung,  and  fpy'd 

•*  The  monller  tumbling  dowa. 

JO  "  Now  you  mufi  triumph  at  my  feaSj 

*'  And  talle  my  ilefh,  my  bloodj 
♦*  And  live  eternal  ages  blefs'd, 

<*  For  ^tis  immortal  food." 

II  Viflor'ous  God  !  what  can  we  pay 

For  favors  fo  divine  ? 
We  would  devote  our  hearts  away 

To  be  for  ever  thine.] 
3  2  We  give  thee.  Lord,  our  higheil  praife. 

The  tribute  of  our  tongues—- 
But  themes  lb  infinite  as  thefe 
'     Exceed  our  noblefl  fongs. 

XXII.  I'he  ConpaJJion  of  a  dying  ChriS. 

£   ^^  ^  ^  fpirits  join  t'  adore  the  Lamb  ;-=• 

\J  Oh,  that  oar  feeble  lips  could  move 
In  drains  immortal  as  his  name. 
And  iRelting  as  his  dying  love  ! 

?Z  3.  3  Was 


244  HYMNS      AND      ^       B.  IlL 

2  Was  ever  equal  pity  foond  ? 
The  prince  of  heav'n  refigns  his  breath. 
And  poars  his  life  out  on  the  ground, 
Tu  raafom  gcilty  worms  from  death  ! 

[3  Rebels,  we  broke  cor  Maker's  laws  5 
He  from  the  threatnings  fee  us  free. 
Bore  the  full  vengeance  on  his  crofs. 
And  nail'd  the  curfes  to  the  tree.] 

[4  The  law  proclaims  no  terror  row— ^ 
j\nd  Sinai's  thunder  roars  no  more  : 
Prom  all  his  wounds  new  blefTings  flow^ 
A  k&  of  joy  without  a  fhore, 

5  Here  we  have  wafli'd  our  deepefl  ftains, 
.And  heal*d  our  wounds  with  heav'nly  blocd  i 
Blefs'd  fountain  !  fpringing  from  the  veins 
Of  Jefus,  our  incarnaie  Goc] 

6  In  vain  our  mortal  voices  frrive 
To  fpeak  compaffion  fo  divine  1 
Had  we  a  thojfand  lives  to  give, 

A  tho«fand  lives  fhould  all  be  thine. 

XXI JI.   Grace  anc^  Glory  hy  the  Death  cfQMn^., 

[1  QITTING  around  cur  Father's  board, 
}3  ^'^^-  ^^i^-  our  tuneful  breath  ; 

Our  faith  beholds  our  dying  Lord, 
And  dooms  our  fins  to  death.] 

2  V/e  fee  the  blood  of  Jefus  fhed, 
WKence  all  our  pardons  rife  ; 

The  fiQner  views  th'  atonement  made. 
And  loves  the  facriiice.] 

3  Thy  cruel  thorns,  thy  fhameful  crofs. 
Procure  us  hcnv'nly  crowDs  : 

Our  highell  gain  fprings  from  thy  lofs  ; 
Our  healing,  from  ihy  wounds. 

4  Oh!   *tis  impoflible  that  we. 
Who  dwell  in  feeble  clay. 

Should 


r.Iir,     S^PTRITUAL    SONGS.     245 

[?honld  equal  fufPrings  bear  for  Thee, 
Or  equal  thanks  repay. 

XXrV*.     Pardon  and  Strength  from  Chrift. 

FATHER,  we  wait  to  feel  thy  grace^ 
To  fee  thy  glory  fnine  1 
'he  Lord  with  his  own  table  blefs. 
And  make  the  feaft  divine, - 

\z^  We  touch  i  we  tafte  the  heav'niy  bread;, 

We  drink  the  facred  cup  ; 
With  outward  forms  our  ienfe  is  fed,- 

Our  fouls  rejoice  in  hope. 

3  We  fhall  appear  before  the  throne- 

Of  our  forgiving  God, 
Brefs'd  in  the  garments  of  his  Son,- 

And  fprinkled  witli  his  blood. 

4,'  We  (hall  be  flrong  to  run  the  race> 

And  ciimb  the  upper  iky  ; 
Ghrift  will  provide  our  fouls  with  gracs. 

He  bought  a  large  fupply. 
£5  Let  us  indulge  achearful  frame^ 

For  joy  becomes  a  feafl  ; 
We  love  the  mem'ry  of  his  name. 

More  than  the  wine  we  tafie.] 

XXV.     Divim  Glories  and  Graces. 
I>  TT  ^  '^^^  ^'"^  ^'^y  g^^ries  here  difplay'd, 

Jfj    Great  God,  how  bright  they  fhine  I 
While  at  thy  word  we  break  the  bread. 

And  pour  the  flowing  wine  I 

2  Here  thy  revenging  juflice  f^ands. 
And  pleads  its  dreadful  caufe  ; 

Here  faving  mercy  fpreads  her  hands. 
Like  Jefus  on  the  crofs. 

3  Thy  faints  attend,  with  ev'ry  grace 
(^  this  great  facrifice  ; 

And  love  appears  with  chearful  face, 
And-faith  with  mixed  eyes. 

m  3  4  Oar 


..6  HYMNS     AKff  B.  I] 

4  Oar  hope  in  waitifig  pofture  fits. 
To  heav'n  directs  her  fight  ; 

Here  ev'ry  warmer  pafiicn  meeis. 
And  flronged  pow'rs  unite. 

5  Zeal  and  revenge  perform  their  part-. 
And  ri(ing  fin  deftroy  ; 

liepentance  comes  with  aching  heart;, 
Yet  not  forbids  the  joy. 

6  Dear  Saviour,  change  oar  faith  to  fight. 
Let  fin  forever  die  ; 

Then  fnall  our  fouls  be  all  delight. 
And  ev'ry  tear  be  dry, 

A  Song  ofPrai/e  to  the  Ever-bleJJ'ed  Trinity ^  Goi^ 
the  Father  J  Son,   and  S^pirit, 

XXVI.      I  ft  Long  Metre. 

1  TjLESS'D  be  the  Father,  and  his  loVe, 

J3  To  whofe  celefi'al  fource  we  owe 
Kivers  of  endlefs  joy  above. 
And  rills  of  comfort  here  below. 

21  Glory  to  Thee,  great  Son  of  God  j 
IVom  whofe  dear  wounded  body  rolls 
A  precious  flream  of  vital  blood. 
Pardon  and  life  for  dying  fouls. 

3  We  give  Thee,  facred  Spirit,  praife, 
%Vho,  in  our  hearts  of  fin  and  woe, 
Miikes  living  fprings  of  grace  arife. 
And  into  boundlefs  glory  flow. 

4  Thus  God  the  Father,  God   the  Son^. 
And  God  the  fplrit  we  adore. 

That  fea  of  life  and  love  unknown, 
'Without  a  bottom,  or  a  Ihore. 

XXVII.      I  ft  Common   Metre. 

1  /'^LORY  to  God  the  Father's  namf,, 

\JJ  V/ho,  from  our  fmful  race, 
Jhofe  out  his  fav'rites  to  proclaim 

'Si^e  honors  of  his  grace.  2  Glory, 


I.  III.      SPIRITUAL     SONGS.     24^. 

z.  Glory  to  God  the  Son  be  paid^. 

Who  dwelt  in  hunible  clay. 
And,  to  redeem  us  from  ihe  d5a<*. 

Gave  his  own  life  av\ay. 

3  Glory  to  God  the  Spirit  give. 
From  whofe  almighty  po\y'r 

Our  fouls  their  heav'nly  birui  derivej 
And  blefs  the  happy  hour. 

4  Glory  to  God  who  reigns  aboye;^ 
Th' eternal  Three  and  One. 

Who  by  the  wonders  of  his  love. 
Has  made  his  nature  known. 

XXVlil.      ifl   Short   Metn. 

1  T     KT  God  the  Facher  live 
J_^  For  ever  on  our  tongues  : 

Sinners  from  his  firii  love  derive 
The  ground  of  all  their  fongs. 

2  Ye  faints,  employ  your  breath 
In  honor  to  the  Son, 

Who  bought  your  fouls  from  hell  and  deatfr,. 
By  oif'ring  up  his  own. 

3  Give  to  the  Spirit  praife. 
Of  an  immortal  itrain, 

WJiofs  light,  and  pow'r,  and  grace  conveys.: 
Salvation  ^Q\yn  to  men. 

4  While  GoD,  the  Comforter, 
Reveals  our  pardon'd  fm, 

0  may  the  blood  and  water  bear 
The  fajne  record  within. 

5  To  the  great  one  and  Three, 
Who  feals  this  grace  in  heav'n,, 

The  Father,  Son,  and  Spirit,  bs 
Eternal  glory  giv'n.. 

^XXIX-.      2d   Long  Meire.^. 
5  1*^^ LORY  to  God  the  Trinity, 
\j  Whofe. name  has  my fteries  unknown  ?> 

In 


i4l  HYMNS     AN»  B.ili. 

In  effence  One,  in  Perfon  three  ; 
A  locial  nature,  yet  alone. 

a  When  all  our  nobleft  povvVs  are  join'd. 
The  honors  of  thy  name  to  raife  ; 
Thy  glories  over-match  our  mind. 
And  angels  faint  beneath  the  praife. 

— XXX.      2d  Common  Metre 

3   ATT^  H  E  God  oF mercy  be  ador*d, 
j[^      Who  calls  our  fouls  from  death. 
Who  faves  by  his   redeeming  vvord;, 
-And  new-creating  breath. 

2  To  praife  the  Father,  and  the  Son, 

And  Spirit — alldii^ine— 
The  One  in  Three,  and  Three  in  One, 

Let  faints  and  angels  join. 

—XXXI.     2d  Short  Mare, 

1  "I"     E  T  God  the  Makei's  namer 

I  J  Have  honor,  love  and  fear. 
To  God  the  Saviour,  pay  the  fame. 
And  God  ihe  Ccmforter. 

2  Father  of  lights  above. 
Thy  niercy  we  adore. 

The  Son  of  thy  eternal  love. 
And  Spirit  of  thy  pow'ri 

—XXXII.      3d   Long  Metre.^ 

I  ^~n~^0  God  the  Father,  God  the  Son, 

J^      And  God  tlie  Spirit,  Three  in  One>- 
Be  honor,  praii'e,  and  glory  giv'n 
^y  all  on  earth,  and  all  in  heav'n. 

—XXXIII.      Or  thus  :^ 

AL  L  giOry  to  thy  wond'rous  name. 
Father  of  Mercy,  God  of  love  : 
Thus  we  c:xalt  the  Lord,  the  Lamb, 
And  thus  we  praife  the  heav'nly  Dove. 

— XXXIV, 


B,m,    SPIRITUAL     SONGS.      24§> 

—XXXIV.      5d  Common  Metre. -^ 

NO  W  let  the  Father,  and  the  Son. 
And  Spirit  be  ador'd,  » 

Where  there  are  works  to  make  him  known^ 
Or  faints  to  love  the  Lord. 

—XXXV.      Or  thus  .— 

HONOR  to  Thee,  Almighty  Three, 
And  everlaliing  One  ; 
Ail  Glory  to  the  Father  be. 
The  Spirit,  and  the  Son. 

— XXXVI.     3d  Short  Mstrg,^ 

YE  angels  round  the  throne. 
And  Saints  who  divell  below, 
WorPiiip  the  Father,  love  the  Son, 
And  blefs  the  Spirit  too. 

—XXXVII.     Or  thus  .•— 

I  V  E  to  the  Father  praKe, 
_      Give  glory  to  the  Son  : 
And  to  the  Spirit  of  his  grace 
Be  equal  honor  done 

XXXVIII.   Song  of  Pray}  to  the  hlefcd  Trmtj. 

I    T   GIVE  immortal  praife 
J^  To  God  the  Father's  love. 
For  all  my  comforts  here. 
And  better  hopes  above. 
He  fsnt  his  ow» 


G 


Interna 


1    Sr 


To  die  for  fins, 
V/hich  man  had  done. 

To  God  the  Son  belongs 

Immortal  glory  too  ; 

Who  bought  us  wiib  hisblood^ 

From  everlailing  woe  : 
And  now  he  lives. 
And  new  he  reigns.. 


An^ 


55<^ 


K  Y  M  N  S     AK»  BU: 


And  fees  the  fruit 
Of  all  his  pains. 

5  To  God  the  Spirit's  name 
Immortal  worfhip  give, 
Whole  new-creating  pow*r 
Makes  the  dead  fin;ier  live  : 

His  work:  compleati 

The  great  dengn, 

Anu  fills  the  ibul 

With  joy  divine. 

4  Almighty  G09,  to  Thee 
Be  endlefs  honors  done  ; 
The  undivided  Three, 
And  the  myfler'ous  One  ; 

Where  reafon  fails 

With  ail  her  powers. 

There  faith  prevaiiso 

And  love  adores, 

—XXXIX.— 

t  ^  I  ^  O  Hini  who  chofe  us  fir^> 
X      Before  the  world  began. 
To  him  who  bore  the  curfe 
To  fave  rebell'ous  man  : 
To  him  who  forms 
Our  hearts  anew. 
Is  endlefs  praife 
And  glory  due.. 

3  The  Father's  love  fhall  rua 
Thro'  our  immortal  fongs  ; 
We  bring  to  Gon  the  Sen 
Kofannas  on  our  tongues  : 

Our  lips  addrefs 

The-  Spirits  name 

With  equal  praife. 

And  zeal  the  fame. 
;5  Let  ev'ry  faint  above. 

And  angel  round  the  throne^  For 


^,111.     SPIRITUAL    SONGS.     253 

For  ever  blefs  and  love 
The  facred  Three  in  One  : 

Thus  Heav'n  fiiall  raife 

His  honors  high. 

When  earth  and  time 

Grow  old  and  die. 

3   ^TT^O  God  the  Father's  throns 
J^      Perpet'al  honors  raife  ; 
.Glory  to  Gop  the  Son, 
To  God  the  Spirit  praife  i 
And  while  our  lips 
Their  tribute  bring. 
Our  faith  adores 
The  name  we  Cing<, 

— XLI.     Or  thus  .•-«. 

£   <^  I  ^O  our  eternal  God, 

J^      The  Father  and  the  Soa^ 
And  Spirit  all  divine. 
Three  mylleries  in  One  : 
Salvation,  pow'r. 
And  praife  be  giv'n. 
By  al]  on  earth 
And  all  in  heav'n. 

«— XLII.     Long  Metre.-^ 

'-^Tbe  HosAKNA   ;    or,   Salvatien  afcrihed  t$ 
Chrill.— 

1  TT  OS  ANN  A  to  King  David's  Son, 
j_  J,    Who  reigns  on  a  fuper'or  throne  : 

We  biefs  the  Prince  of  heav'nly  birth, 
Wao  brings  ialvation  down  to  earth. 

2  Let  ev'ry  nation,  evVy  age. 
In  this  delightful  work  engage  ; 
Old  men  and  babes  in  Sioa  fing 
The  growing  glorias  oi  her  Kio^o 


s^x  HYMNS    ANB  B.m. 

— XLIII,     Common  Mettfi.'^ 

J   TJOSANMA  to  the  Prince  of  grace, 

XjL   ^^on,  behold  thy  King  ; 
P.rociaim  the  Ton  of  David's  race. 

And  teach  the  babes  to  fmg. 

f.  Hofanna  to  th*  incarnate  Word 

That  from  the  Father  came  ; 
Afcribe  falvaticn  to  the  Lord, 

With  bleffings  on  his  name. 

XLIV.     Short  Metre. 

1  TT03ANNA  to  the  Son 
171  OfDavid  andof  God, 

Who  brought  the  news  of  pardon  dowp> 
And  bought  it  with  his  blood. 

2  To  Chriil  th'  anointed  King 
Be  endlefs  blefilngs  giv'n  ; 

Let  the  whole  earth  his  glory  fing. 
Who  madijcur  peace  with  heav'a. 

XLV, 

r.   TJOSANNA  to  the  King 

_£~^   Of  David's  ancient  blcod  ; 
Behold  He  comes  to  bring 
Forgiving  grace  from  Goo  ; 

Let  old  and  young 

Attend  his  way. 

And  at  his  feet 

Their  honors  lay. 

2  Glory  to  God  on  high. 
Salvation  to  the  Lamb  ; 
Let  earth,  and  Tea,  and  {ky. 
His  vvond'rcus  love  proclaim  : 

LTpon  his  he:id 

Shall  honors  reil 

And  ev'ry  age 

Pronounce  him  blefsM. 

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ADoR-E,  and  tremble,  for  our  God  26 

Alas,  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed  !  109 

i\ll  mortal  vanities,  be  gone,  li 

And  are  we  wretches  yet*alive  ?  182 

And  mufl  this  body  die  ?                '  185 

Axxa  now  the  icales  have  left  mine  eyes  163 

Arife,  my  foul,  my  joyful  pow'rs  264 

As  new-born  babes  ucfire  :he  breafi:  90 

At  thy  command,  oar  deareil  Lord  241 

Attend,  while  God's  exalted  Son,  198 

Awake,  my  heart,  arife,  my  tongue  16 

Awake,  our  louis,   away  our  fears  2.% 

Away  from  ev  ry  mortal  care  194 

AcKvvARD  with  humble  (hame  v^e  look    34 
Begin,  my  tcngoe,  fcmeheav'nly  theme  154 

Eehcld  how  finners  dTapree  82 

-Eeh- Id  the  blind  their  fif-ht  receive  202 

Behold  the  glories  of  the  Lamb  3 

EehoiJ  the  grace  appears  5 

Behold  the  potter  and  the  clay  74 

X  Beheld 


h'.  A        TABLE. 

Great  God,  how  infinite  art  thou 
Greac  God,  I  own  thy  fcntence  jull 
Great  God,  thy  glories  (hall  employ 
Great  God,  to  what  a  glor'oas  height 
Great  King  of  Glory,  ?,nd  of  Grace 
Great  was  the  day.  the  joy  was  great 

H. 

Ad  1  the  tor.gnes  of  Grs:h  and  ycavs  S4 
Happy  the  Ciiarch,  thou  facred  place  150 
Kaopv  the  heart  where  graces  reign 
Kark  !  from  the  tornbs  a  doleful  found 
Jiarlc  !  the  Redfiemer  from  on  high 
Hear  what  the  voice  from  heav'n  proclaims 
Hence  from  rr.y  foul  (zd  thoughts,  be  gone 
Here  at  thy  crofs,  my  dying  Cjcd 
High  as  the  heav'ns  above  the  ground 
High  on  a  hill  cf  dazzling  light 
Hofanna,  &c. 

Hofanna  to  car  conqu'ring  King 
Hofanna  to  the  Prince  of  Light 
Hofanna  to  the  Royal  Son 
Hofanna,  with  a  chearful  foond 
How  are  thy  glories  here  difplay'd 
How  beaut*cus  are  thy  feet 
How  can  I  fink,  with  fuch  a  prop 
How  condt^fcradin?  and  hew  kind  22 

How  full  offinguiiii  is  the  thought  i: 

Iio.y  heavy  i>  the  night  I 

li^o\v  honoura'ile  is  the  p'ace 
iiow  large  the  procnife,  how  divine  71 

y,ow  eft  have  tin  and  fatan  flrove  87 

How  rich  are  ihy  provifions.  Lord  23^ 

How  fad  ourilate.by  nature  is  170 

How  ihall  I  praife  th'  eternal  God  2^1 

}L)'v  Ihort  »nd  Iw^'r/  is  our  life  226 


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Hd7/  Hiauld  the  Tons  of  Adam's  race 

Hovv  ilrong  thine  arm  is,  mighty  God  2% 

Hovv  fweec  and  awful  is  the  place  236 

How  vain  are  all  things  here  below  137 
How  wond'rc'is  great,  how  glor'ous  bright     i6jj 

/. 

I  Cannot  bear  thine  abfence.  Lord  790 

I  give  immortal  praife  249 

I  hate  the  tempter  and  his  chansis  214. 

I  lift  my  banacr,  faith  the  Lord  2  c 

i  love  the  windows  of  thy  grace  207 

I'm  not  afham'd  to  own  my  Lord  65 

I  fend  the  joys  of  earth  away  III 

J  fmg  my  Saviour's  wond'rous  death.  288 

Jehovah  fpeaks,  let  /rV/  hear  54 

Jeho'vah  reigns,    his  throne  is  high  223 

Je/us,  in  thee  our  eyes  behold  92 

Je/us  invites  his  faints  228 

j£:us  is  gone  above  the  Ikies  ^31 

Jejus,  the  Man  of  confiant  grief  II 

Je/us,  \vz  blefs  thy  Father's  name  32 

Je/us,  we  bow  before  thy  h^i  240 

Je/us,  with  all  thy  faints  above  1 24 

tin  GabriePs  hand  a  mighty  ftone  3^ 

In  thine  own  ways,  O    God  of  Love  22 

In  vain  thefe  wealthy  mortals  toil  18 

In  vain  we  ]avi{h  out  our  lives  9 

]n£nile  grief!  amazing  woe  J74 

join  ail  the  glor'ous  names  09 

loin  all  the  names  of  love  and  pow'r  97 

is  this  the  kind  return  258 


Ind  is  the  fpeech  of  C^r//f  our  Lord      45 

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LAdek  with  guilt,  and  full  of  fears  191 

Let  all  our  tongues  be  one  23? 

Let  everlafiing  glories  crown  I9f 

Let  ev'ry  mortal  ear  attend  7 

Let  God:the  Father  live  247 

Let  him  embrace  my  foal  and  prove  40 

Let  God  the  Maker's  name  248 

Let  me  but  hear  my  Savio.ir  fav  13 

Let  mortal  tongues  attempt  to  fing  35 

Let  others  bo?Jl  how  flrong  they  be  116 

Let  Pharifees  of  high  efieem  83 

Let  the  old  heathen  tane  their  fong  1 18 

luZX.  th*  feventh  angel  found  on  high   "  59 

Let  the  whole  race  of  creatures  lie  177 

JjCt  the  wild  leopards  of  the  wood  217 

Let  them  negleft  thy  glory.  Lord  128 

Let  us  adore  th'  eternal  Word  230 

Life  and  immortal  joys  are  giv'n  195 

Life  is  the  time  to  ferve  the  Lord  57 

Lift  up  your  eyes  to  th'  heav'nly  feats  130 

Lo  the  deftrcying  angel  flies  214 

Like  fheep  we  went  afcray  89 

Lo,   the  young  tribes  oi  Adam  \\{q.  58 

L-o,  what  a  glor'ous  fight  appears  17 

Long  have  \  fat  beneath  the  fonnd  220 

Lord,  at  thy  temple  we  appear"  15 

Lord,  how  divine  thy  comforts  are  235 

Lord,  how  fecure  and  blefs'd  are  they  144 

Lord,  how  fecure  my  confcience  was  72 

Lord,  we  adore  thy  bouni'ous  hand  241 

Lord,  we  adore  thy  vaft  defigns  •*  185 

Lord,  we  are  blind,  poor  mortals  blind  122 

.crd,  rve  con fefs  our  num'rous  faults  70 

,  .vrd,  what  a  heav'n  of  faving  grace  1 1 4 

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Lord,  what  a  wretched  land  is  this  141 

Lord,  when  my  thoughts  with  ^vender  roll  106 

MAn  has  a  foul  oFvafl:  deiires  20S 
Miilaken  fouiS  who  dream  of  heav'n     87 

My  dear  Redeemer  and  my  Lord  203 

My  drowiy  povv'rs,  why  lleep  ye  io  }  121 

My  God,  how  endlefs  is  thy  love  52 

My  God,  m.^  life,  my  love  172 

My  God,  my  portion,  and  my  love  173 

My  God,  p'^rmic  me  no!:  to  be  193 

My  Ciod,   the  fpring  of  ail  my  joys  142 

My  God,  what endisfs  pleafures  dwell  13:5 

My  heart,  how  dreadful  hard  it  is  176 

My  Saviour  God,  my  fov'reign  Prince  zo^ 

My  foul,  comv^  meditate  the  day  14^ 

My  foul  forfakes  her  vain  delight  iio 

My  thoughts  oa  awful  fubj^ils  roll  x©4 

My   thoughts  furmouat  thefe  lower  fdes  21^ 

NAked,  as  from  the  earth  we  came  6 

Nature  with  all  her  pow'r  fhall  ling  103 

Nature  with  open  volurn^-  ftands  234 

No,  I'll  repine  at  death  no  more  180 

No,  I  fhall  envy  them  no  m'ore  244 

No    more,  my  God,  I  bo^Il  no  ir.ore  h^ 

Nor  eye  hath  feen,   nor  ear  has  heard  67 

Not  all  the  blood  of  beafcs  205 

Not  all  the  outward  form^  on  earth  61 

Not  diff'rent  food,  nor  d'tf'rent  drefs  83 

Not  from  the  duU  ainiflio-  grows  53 

Not  the  malicious  or  prophane  65 

Not  to  condemn  the  fons  of  men  64 

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Not  with  our  mortal  eyes  68 

Now  be  the  God  of  lyel  blefsM  29 

Now  by  the  bowels  of  my  God  82 

Now  for  a  tune  of  lofty  praife  134, 

Now  have  ocr  hearts  embrac'd  our  God  237 

Novv  in  the  gali'ries  of  liis  gr^ice  49 

Now  in  the  heat  of  youthful  b:ood  58 

Now  let  a  fpacious  world  aril'e  20S 

Novv  let  cur  paias  be  all  forgot  239 

Now  let  the  Lord  my  Saviour  fmils  138 

Now  fatan  comes  with  dreadful  roar  215 

Now  (hall  my  inward  joys  arife  24 

Now  to  the  Lord  a  noble  fong  136 

Now  to  the  Lord  who  m'akes  us  knew  36 

Now  to  the  pow'r  of  God  fuprems  86--^ 

OFoR  an  overcoming  faith  14 

Oh  1  if  my  foul  was  form'd  for  woe  182 

Oh  !   the  almighty  Lord  163 

Oh  the  delights,  the  heav'nly  joys  170 

Often  1  feek  my  Lord  by  night  44 

Once  more,  my  foul,  the  rifmg  day  107 

Our  days,  alas-,  our  mortal  days  131 

Our  God,  hew  firm  his  promife  Hands  132 

Our  fins,  alas  !  how  ilrong  they  be  167 

Our  fouls  fhall  magnify  the  Lord  36 

Our  fpirits  joint'  adore  the  Lamb  243 

P. 

PLung'd  in  a  gulph  of  dark  defpair  162 

Fraife,  eveilalting  praife  be  paid  147 

RAisE  thee,  my  foal,  fly  up,  and  run  127 

Raife  your  triumphant  fongs  181 

^ifc,  rife,  my  foul,  and  leave  the  ground  115 

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SAiNTs,  at  your  heav'nly  Father's  word  8i 

Salvation!  O  the  joyful  found  169 

Ses  where  the  great  incarnate  God  27 

Shall  the  vile  race  of  flefh  and  blood  53 

Shall  we  go  on  to  Sin                                    •  ^7 

Shall  wifdom  cry  aloud  59 

Slioat  to  the  Lord  and  ler  your  joys  171 

Sin  has  a  thoafaad  treach'rous  arts  211 

Sin,  like  a  vencmous  difeare         *^  212 

Sing  to  the  Lord  who  bailt  the  fkies  i  \z 

Sing  to  the  Lord,  ye  heav'niy  hods  I49 

Sitting  around  oux"  Father's  board  z^^ 

So  did  the  Uehrs-jj  rrophct  raife  71 

So  Ifet  our  lips  and  lives  e^^prefs  B3 

Stand  up,  my  foul 3  fnake  ciTthy  fears  160 

Stoop   dovn  my  thou^^.ts  which  ufe  to  life  123 

Strait  is  the  way,  the  door  is  ftrait  21S 

'  I  ''Erriele  God,  \4'ho  reigu'il  on  high  US' 

J^      That  awful  day  will  fu rely  come  183 

Thee  we  sdcre,  eternal  name  143 

The  glories  of  my  Maker,  God               .  156 

The  God  of  mercy  be  ador'd  248 

The  King  of  Glory  fends  his  Son  202 

The  lands  which  long  in  darknefs  lajr  12 

The  lavv  \j'j  Mof?s  c?^me  7^ 

Ths  law  commands  and  makes  us  know  193 

The  Lord  declares  bis  will  193 

The   Lord  de-cending  from  above      -  196 

The  Lord  Jehovah  reigns  22.4 

The  Lord  on  high  proclaims  r .; 

The  majelty  of  Solomon  I07 

The  memVv  of  our  dying  Lord  zn? 

The  prcmife  of  my  Fathers  love  27.8 

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The  promife  was  divinely  free  201 

The  true  Mejjiah  nosv  appears  1 1 1 

The  voice  of  my  beloved  rounds  '  42 

The  wond'ring  world  enquire  to  know  47 

There  is  a  houfe  not  made  wi»h  hands  br) 

There  is  a  land  of  pure  delight  151 

There  was  an  hour  whca  Chriic  rejolc'd  i  i 
Thefe  glor'oas  mindi,  how  bright  they  (bine  25 

This  is  the  vvof<i  of  truth  and  iove  203 

Thou,  whom  my  foul  admires  above  41 

Thus  did  the  fons  or  Abra'm  pafs  196 

Thus  far  the  Ltfd  has  led  me  on  52 

Thus  faith  the  fir (c,  and  great  command  73 

Thus  faith  the  high  and  lofty  One  56 

Thus  faith  the  Ruler  of  the  jikies  165 

Thus  faith  the  meicy  cf  the  Lord  76 

Thus  faith  th«  wifdom  of  the  Lord  to 

vThy  favors.  Lord,  furprize  cur  fouls  135 

Time,  what  an  empty  v-apour  'tis  145 

'Tis  by  the  faith  of  joys  to  come  198 

'Tis  from  the  treafures  of  his  word  9^ 

'Tis  not  the  law  often  ccmmands  19^ 

To  God  the  only  wife  30 

To  him  who  chofe  us  firf^  250 

*Twas  by  an  oruer  from  the  Lord  211 

'  'Twas  on  that  dark,  that  doleful  night  227 

»Tvva£  the  commifiion  of  the  Lord  31 

V. 

VA I N  are  the  hop^s  the  fons  of  men  60 
Vain  are  the  hopes  v^hich  rebels  place    6^ 

Up  to  the  fields  where  angels  lie  132 

Up  to  the  Lord  who  reigns  on  hi^h  136' 

7V. 

WE  are  a  .garden  wall'd  around  46 

We  blefs  the  prophet  of  the  Lord '  200 

We  Jin^  th'  a^a-^inr  ^Q^d%  239^ 

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We  Ung  the  glories  of  thy  Jove  33 

"Welcome,   fcveet  day  of  reft  U? 

Well,  the  Redeemers  gone  129 

What  dift  rent  pow'rs  of  grace  and  fin  206 

What  equal  honors  fhai!  vye  fing  3S 

What  happy  men  or  angels  chefe  24 

What  mighty  man,  or  mighty  God  21 

Whence  do  our  mournful  thoughts  ariie  23 

When  I  can  read  my  title  clear  151 

Whsn  in  the  light  of  faiih  divine  1 79 

V/hen  I  furvey  the  won d 'reus  crofs  231 

When  we  are  rais'd  from  deep  diftrefs  32 

-When  ftrangers  Hand  and  hear  me  tell  4S 

When  the  fiTlt  parents  of  our  race  161 

When,  the  great  Builder  arch'd  the  feles  120 

Where  are  fhe  mourners,  faith  the  Lord  213 

Who  can  defcjibe  the  joys  vvhich  rife  6^ 

Who  has  belie v'd  thv  word  8g 

Who  13  this  fair  One  in  diftrefs  ro 

■Who  Ihail  the  Lord's  eledl  ccndem^a  i^ 

Why  doe?  your  face,  ye  humb'eio^iis  166 

Why  do  we  mourn  departing  '"-iends  105 

Why  is  my. heart  io  far  from  thee  1.17 

Why  fnould  the  children  of  a  Kin^  gj 

Vy''hy  fnould  this  earth  delight  \ji<  fa  ^20 

"Why  fhould  we  ilart  and  fear  to  die  jiS 

With  chearful  voice  I  fiTj  96 

With  holy  fear,   and  hi.mMe  ^ong    ^  1 34 

With  joy  v/e  meditate  the  grace  79 


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E  Tons  of  Adam,  vain  and  young  57 

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Ion  rejoice^  and  Jiidah  Cmg  i:86 


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